CHAPTER XXVIII. 
MORE WINTER BIRDS . 
u It/TISS HARSOX,” said Clara when they were 
Mi A. looking over “ the bird-book,” as they called 
it, again, “ that was so nice about the little sparrows 
and snow-birds ! Can’t you tell us some more about 
them?” 
“ Not about them, dear,” replied her governess, 
“ but I think we can find one or two more winter 
birds that have not yet been talked about. How 
do you like the looks of this one?’ 
“ He has a poor little dead bird in his claws,” said 
Malcolm, “ and he looks ugly.” 
“ He certainly is ferocious for a bird of his size,” 
said Miss Harson, “ being scarcely larger than a 
robin. He is called the American shrike, or butcher- 
bird, which is certainly a very ugly name ; and here 
is a very good description that I have just read of 
him : ‘ But against one persecutor no concealment 
of natural color or artful device prevails, and the 
brains of the pretty songsters, so full of wit to avoid 
other enemies and provide for each day’s need, are 
his choice repast. This dainty tyrant wears an over- 
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