Early one May morning the next spring I was greatly pleased to hear the
well remembered call. I knew my old-time friend had come to spend his
summer sojourn in the yard amid the scenes of former years.
He flitted about the yard in his old familiar way, tapping off his short
quick rattle on the roof-board which reverberated through the cabin.
He was happy again. Why not? He had brought with him a new bride. She
was afraid of me. He showed her by example that I would not hurt them,
but on sight of me she slipped around the stumps and trees, and at the
least approach flew away.
William Harrison Lewis.