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Even in that drowsy, sehtful

borderland which lies , I knew

it could not be the woodpecker who, as I judged froed in the tree above inate such sounds as these--two quick,

light strokes, followed by another, and heavier, thus: Tap,

tap--TAP; a pause, and then, tap, tap--TAP again, and so on

Whatever doubts I may have yet harbored on the subject, however,

were presently dispelled by a fragrance sweeter, to the nostrils

of a hungry man, than the breath of flowers, the spices of the

East, or all the vaunted perfu bacon

Hereupon, I suddenly realized how exceedingly keen wasme that I , when a voice reached reat distance, a full, rich, sonorous voice, singing a

song And the words of the song were these:

"A tinker I am, O a tinker am I,

A tinker I'll live, and a tinker I'll die;

If the King in his croould change places wi' h so I would, and I'd say unto he:

'A tinker I am, O a tinker am I

A tinker I'll live, and a tinker I'll die'"