But he was not permitted to rest there; out he was soon driven and away into another bush, and again into still another further away, and finally he was hunted over the sheltering wall into the bleak wind on the other side.

Then the persecutor came back and settled himself on his old perch on the bramble, well satisfied at his victory over a bird so much bigger than himself.

All was again peace and harmony in the little social gathering, and the pleasant talkee-talkee went on as before.

About five minutes passed, then the hunted blackbird returned, and, going to the identical spot from which he had been driven, composed himself to rest; only now he sat facing his lively little enemy.
I was astonished to see him back; so, apparently, was the chaffinch.

He started, craned his neck, and regarded his adversary first with one eye then with the other.