He had been wholly lost in silent admiring wonder of the dauntless little Kingbird. A Vesper Sparrow ran along the road before them, flitting a few feet ahead each time they overtook it and showing the white outer tail-feathers as it flew. "A little Graybird," remarked Sam. "No, that isn't a Graybird; that's a Vesper Sparrow," exclaimed Yan, in surprise, for he knew he was right.
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