CGEUR DE LION 
ing raised their brood in the copse close by 
the deep wood, they speedily decided to 
continue the education of the little ones in 
the orchard, and each morning one might 
hear their silver song bells ringing from the 
apple-trees. There was a daily battle with 
the kingbirds, and a daily defeat long after 
the young flycatchers were grown up. 
The only birds these “ tyrants ’’ would 
tolerate were a pair of orchard orioles who 
were there before them, and had hung a 
cosey nest of orchard grass from a limb on 
the south side of the tree. When the king- 
birds came, the orioles protested, and for a few 
days war raged ; but the orioles had eggs in 
their green cradle and would not be driven 
away. The tyrants, unwilling to acknowl- 
edge themselves conquered, decided to com- 
promise, and built on the west side about 
five feet away. Unlike the trim basket of 
their neighbors, the nest of the kingbirds 
was a bird junk-shop. A bit of lace from 
the cap of a member of the farm household, 
a large piece of swiss-ribbed underwear, a 
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