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OUR BIRDS IN WINTER. 
If you have not, make it among your experi- 
ences as soon as possible. If you have, you 
doubtless remember what a satisfaction it was 
to quietly creep out from beneath your blan- 
ket, in order that you might not arouse your 
companions ; get together some dry wood, and 
put a huge pile of it on the smouldering em- 
bers of last night’s camp-fire, and, as soon as 
a glorious blaze rewarded your efforts, wasn’t 
it the jolliest of jollinesses to give an Indian 
wlioop as loud as the whole tribe of Apaches 
and Cheyennes could make together, to arouse 
your sleeping comrades, and show them what 
a splendid hunting or fishing morning it 
was ? And wasn’t it a satisfaction to see them 
throw off their blankets, and arise to their feet, 
beating their arms against their sides to re- 
cover a quick and glowing circulation, and 
then group by the side of the fire exclaiming. 
Whew, what a frost ! you are a trump, old fel- 
low, always with a good fire to warm one by ! 
Now old Mr. Chick-a-dee had no fire to call 
his companions to ; but when he awoke, and 
found what a pleasant morning it was not- 
