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At last, on the first of May, a bright warm morning, he leaped from his bed at the sound of strange, sweet bird voices outside. There they were, the longed-for purple martins, sailing gracefully around the bird house, singing as they sailed. They examined the little dwelling inside and out, and a small colony of them, five pairs, decided to nest in it. Duncan had scored a triumph. The purple martin, largest and noblest of American swallows, after an absence of many years, had come back to Meriden.
最后，在五月一日，一個陽光明媚、溫暖宜人的早晨，聽到外面鳥兒奇怪而甜美的叫聲，他從床上跳了起來。他們就在那里，渴望已久的紫燕，優雅地繞著鳥屋航行，一邊航行一邊唱歌。他們仔細檢查了這個小房子的里里外外，有一小群，五對，決定在里面筑巢。鄧肯取得了勝利。美國燕子中最大、最高貴的紫燕，在消失多年之后，又回到了梅里登。
