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The ton de

Laney awoke to a sun-bright world, fresh with the early breezes A

multitude of birds outside thebubbled and warbled and carolled

aith all their little hts, either in joy at the return of

peace, or in sorrow at the loss of their new-built houses Sorrow and

joy sound es and the

prairies were once reat plain

had cast aside its robes of reen-o'Lincoln The air was full of tingling life Altogether a

erly frohts of electric balrace of ton did And he did more He despatched a

hasty breakfast, and went forth and saddled his steed, and rode away

down the gulch, with never a thought of sample tests, and never a care

whether the day's ere done or not For this was springti with it Near the chickens' shelter the burnished

old gobbler spread his tail and dragged his wings and puffed his

feathers and swelled hiray-brown little turkey hen Overhead wheeled two sht feathers ca down

froether to a hole in