Cat-bird. 



IN THE HEMLOCKS. 



Most people receive with incredulity a statement 

 of the number of birds that annually visit our cli- 

 mate. Very few even are aware of half the number 

 that spend the summer in their own immediate vicin- 

 ity. We little suspect, when we walk in the woods, 

 whose privacy we are intruding upon, — what rare 

 and elegant visitants from Mexico, from Central and 

 South America, and from the islands of the sea, are 

 holding their reunions in the branches over our 

 heads, or pursuing their pleasure on the ground be- 

 fore us. 



I recall the altogether admirable and shining fam- 

 ily which Thoreau dreamed he saw in the upper 

 ehambers of Spaulding's woods, which Spaulding did 

 not know lived there, and which were not put on 



