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ture to assert, were happier than the little white-crown 

 in her grassy lodge on the bank of the murmuring 

 stream. 



On the way down the canon, as we were going to 

 Denver, I was able to add three belted kingfishers to 

 my bird-roll of Colorado species, the only ones I saw in 

 the Rockies. 



Our jaunt of 1901 included a trip to Boulder and 

 a thrillincp swing: around the far-famed " Switzerland 

 Trail " to Ward, perched on the mountain sides among 

 the clouds hard by the timber-line. Almost every- 

 where we met with feathered comrades ; in some places, 

 especially about Boulder, many of them ; but no new 

 species were seen, and no habits observed that have not 

 been sufficiently delineated in other parts of this book. 

 If one could only observe all the birds all the time in 

 all places, what a happy life the bird-lover would live ! 

 It is with feelings of mingled joy and sadness that one 

 cons Longfellow's melodious lines : — 



" Think every morning when the sun peeps through 

 The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove. 



How jubilant the happy birds renew 

 Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! 



And when you think of this, remember too 

 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above 



The awakened continents, from shore to shore, 



Somewhere the birds are singing evermore." 



