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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
218 THE SONG OF THE ANGELS. and kind preserver. Many of the young ones I saw believed them, and went away with them, and I saw them no more. There were other traps besides those I have mentioned, quite different, for they were like little cups, and were filled with something which looked like colored water. The birds came gathering round them; first they stopped just to look in, then they thought they would just take a sip, and see what it was, and I observed that when they did, it made them clap their wings and crow and shake their feathers, and begin to sing very merrily. After a little they sipped again, and gen- Digitized by Google
