young and circle round and round me, nearer and

    nearer till , pretending broken wings and

    legs, to attract my attention, and get off her young, who would

    already aken up t, wiry peep, single

    file ted.  Or I he

    young  bird.  too turtle

    doves sat over ttered from bougo boughe

    soft we pines over my he red squirrel, coursing down

    t bougicularly familiar and inquisitive.  You

    only need sit still long enougtractive spot in the woods

    t all its inants may ex to you by turns.

    I ness to events of a less peaceful cer.  One day

    to my umps, I

    observed ts, ther much larger, nearly

    ending her.

    go, but struggled and led

    and rolled on tly.  Looking farther, I was

    surprised to find t tants,

    t it  a duellum, but a bellum, a wo races of

    ants, tted against tly two

    red ones to one black.  these Myrmidons covered all

    the ground was already

    stre he only

    battle tle-field I ever

    trod ernecine he red

    republicans on ts on the

    ot, yet

    any noise t I could

    so resolutely.  I c  locked in each

    ottle sunny valley amid t

    noonday prepared to figill t do out.

    tened o his

    adversarys front, and tumblings on t field never

    for an instant ceased to gna one of ,

    o go by the

    stronger black one daso side, and, as I saw on

    looking nearer, ed him of several of his members.