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our old friends, the Yellow Warblers, and 
Wrens, and those dear souls, the Eed-eyed 
Vireos ; they are all enjoying themselves, and 
are fat and hearty and send much love to their 
friends at the north.” 
Bless them,” said Mrs. Chick, how I 
^ long to see them again ; but it is almost noon, 
and we shall have to leave you for the present. 
Good-by, Mr. Woodcock, we will call, on our 
way back, this afternoon, and have another 
little chat with you.” 
At these words, the whole flock took wing, 
and left Woodcock to his thoughts and the 
quiet of the swamp. 
CHAPTER III. 
The warmth of the sun was so grateful, that, 
left to himself, his eyes soon closed in slumber, 
from which he was awakened after the expira- 
tion of a short hour, by the crackling of 
sticks, and the apparent approach of a larger 
bird than any that we have yet met. 
