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OUR BIRDS IN WINTER. 
was delicious as now, and how we had even 
prepared our nesting-place, when a terrible 
snow-storm covered the ground, and forced us 
back again to a more southern locality.” 
Yes,” answered Chick, and I remember 
that at the same time some Yellow Rumps got 
caught in the same storm and came near starv- 
ing.” 
determined to start,” resumed Wood- 
cock, for I not only longed to get back to 
these scenes, but I was lonely ; I missed my 
mate, and life at the south was really a burden 
to me.” 
‘‘ But where is Mrs. W.? ” hastily inquired 
several of the other birds ; we have looked 
for her, but do not see her with you.” 
No : she is not with me, and we never 
shall meet her again in this world : she is 
dead ! ” here the poor soul “ dropped a silent 
tear.” 
Dead ! ” echoed the others in amazement, 
why, what was the matter with her ? When 
she left us she was in the best of health and 
spirits, and did not look as if she would lose 
