AND THEIR NEIGHBORS. 
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engaged in building their houses in one of the 
barberry clumps ; the Robins just finishing 
theirs in one of the birches ; the Yellow 
Throats just beginning theirs in a clump of 
the whortleberry bushes, and the Yellow War- 
blers looking about for a suitable location for 
theirs. 
We pause for a moment to watch these dif- 
ferent stages of housekeeping, when we hear a 
rustling among the dead leaves on the ground 
near us, and, turning to it, we perceive our 
other old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Towhee' Bunt- 
ing ; the former clad in a new and shiny suit 
of black coat, and brown and white waistcoat, 
and Mrs. Towhee in a sober brownish dress, 
with a white and drab apron, neat and pretty. 
They salute us with a cheerful Towhee,” 
which means Good-morning,” and disappear 
in the undergrowth. 
We turn to our ascent of the hill, and soon 
enter the pine-woods, where we notice that the 
Golden-crowned Thrushes and Black-throated 
Green Warblers have established themselves ; 
and, as we pass through a densely shaded spot, 
