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IT is certainly a humble environment. The delicious spring of water, the plenty of wild, cool air, and the clean pavement of loose stones do not surround this home as they did the home of Mr. Burroughs's phœbes, nor does this look "out upon some wild scene and overhung by beetling crags. " Instead, this phœbe's nest is stuck close up to the low board roof in my pig-pen.
"You have taken a handful of my wooded acres," says Nature, "and if you have not improved them, you at least have changed them greatly. But they are mine still. Be friendly now, go softly, and you shall have them all,-and I shall have them all, too. We will share them together."