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THE TOWHEE BUNTINGS 
for your enmity, not another word about that ; 
it is past and* gone, and is now forgotten.” 
You are too good,” feebly replied Bobolink. 
^^Take good care of my children, and forgive 
my ill-treatment. Good-by, good-by.” And 
poor Bob breathed his last. 
The Towhees, as soon as they were certain 
of his death, quickly called some of the 
nearest neighbors, when with pious care they, 
with sweet-scented ferns and leaves of the bay- 
berry, covered him from mortal gaze. 
The sun was just sinking below the western 
hills when this duty was accomplished, and 
the Towhees had but time to provide a new 
shelter for their proteges before it was even- 
ing. Guiding them to a little thicket of 
juniper-bushes close to their own nest, they 
made them as comfortable as possible, when 
Towhee, taking his position in a shrub near 
by, lulled them to sleep with the same sweet 
evening song that he had heretofore sung to 
his own little ones and good wife in the nest 
beside them. 
We will not follow the labors of the worthy 
