OUR BIRDS IN WINTER. 
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CHAPTER VIL 
The next morning opened with a beautiful 
sunrise, the purple and golden clouds in the 
east giving the whole atmosphere a rosy tint. 
There had been a light frost in the night, but 
it was only sufficiently cold to remind the 
denizens of the woods, when they awoke, that 
this was the first day of March, and that sum- 
mer had not yet quite arrived. 
Reader, did you ever sleep in the woods, the 
earth covered with a few pine or hemlock 
boughs for your bed, and your single blanket 
for your only coverlet ? Of course you have ; 
every one has, who bears a genuine love for 
nature within his heart. But did you ever 
sleep there, when, as you awoke, you found 
your blanket covered with a coating of frost ; 
your ears, or rather that one which was left 
uncovered through the night, for the purpose 
of hearing the approach of wild animals, tin- 
gling with the mischievous kiss of Jack Frost ? 
