or not. I have not stuffed many birds yet - The ferns are growing fast come see or the early ones will be past come see The
woods are full of wonders come see And the water's full of pollywogs you'd see And each one wags his little taily that you'l
see Leave the dirty dusty city smoky stinking what a pitty that a man who loves the country cannot breath its sweetness now
delay not to come to your affetionate brother D. H Muir be sure get here this week 00412