BY THE WAYSIDE 
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liked her house so well that she will come 
back next summer. 
Yours truly, 
John A. Arendt. 
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Mauston, Wis., June 9, 1908. 
Dear Wayside: 
Friday, May 29, Harry Watts and I 
were going out to Mile Bluff. We pass a 
marsh on the way out. As we got near 
the marsh we saw a bird with yellow on 
the back of his neck, white on his wings 
and the rest of his body was black. I 
did not know what kind of a bird it was 
until I looked in the bird book and found 
out that it was a bobolink. 
As we went a little farther we saw a 
small bird with a white breast, a brown 
back and a long tail. I looked in the 
bird book and found out that it was a 
house wren. 
Yours truly, 
Leona Leverance. 
Mauston, Wis., June 8, 1908. 
Dear Wayside: 
About three weeks ago I was sitting in 
the house and I saw a blueiav and a 
| robin fighting. I went out and frightened 
the bluejav away. I looked up in the 
tree, and what do you think I saw? I 
5aw four little robins with open mouths, 
yelling in their way. I suppose they 
( were calling for something to eat. After 
i while the other old one came with a 
.do nth full of worms and the other one 
I went. I stood and watched for five or 
;en minutes and the old ones kept com- 
ng and going. ' One always stayed near 
| :he nest. The little ones are very near 
'eady to learn to fly. 
Yours truly, 
\ged 13. George Holden. 
Mauston, Wis., June 8, 1908. 
Dear Wayside: 
One day as I was out in the country, 
my friend and I went out into the woods. 
We were after flowers. I was picking 
some violets, when all of a sudden a bird 
flew from the ground right in front of me. 
It was a little ground sparrow. I looked 
around and soon saw a little nest, with 
six little eggs in it. I did not touch the 
nest at all. I did not want to make the 
mother bird feel bad. 
Some days after. I went with my father 
to New Lisbon. I saw many wild flow¬ 
ers. On our way back, I saw a flock of 
goldfinches. They were all fighting over 
something. 
After we rode a few miles I saw a par¬ 
tridge. It was running first in one di¬ 
rection, then in another. I watched it 
as long as I could. But soon it ran into 
a bush and I could not see it any more. 
Yours truly, 
Aged 13. Ida Lutz. 
Mauston, Wisconsin, March 23, 1908. 
Dear Wayside. 
I have heard the chirp of a gay little 
robin, hut I haven’t had the good luck 
to see one yet. I know that spring is 
coming because the snow has melted and 
it is getting warm. Another thing, we 
have some pussy willows in our grade 
that some one brought. A girl said that 
the arbutus was beginning to bud. 
This morning some one brought a 
kangaroo mouse. Miss Bond, our teacher, 
took it into the seventh grade. Clem 
Bradley, our boy-naturalist, told her 
what it was. He said that it has a pouch 
in which it carries its young—the same 
as a kangaroo. The mouse w’as small, 
and of a grayish color. It had short 
front legs and the hind legs were longer 
