June 



about the first or second week in June — the 

 fever abates (with a slight relapse in the fall 

 months), and recovering his mental equipoise 

 he will, if a true ornithologist, sit down com- 

 fortably for a time, and with fewer of his winged 

 friends around him, derive a deeper satisfaction 

 in the cultivation of a closer acquaintance. 

 He then realizes, for a full enjoyment of the 

 finest aspects of nature, and to come into 

 closest sympathy with all its life, how indispen- 

 sable is a spirit of leisureliness, which has such 

 an absorbent quality. Only in this way, which 

 in regard to some species of creation may mean 

 years of patient observation, can one arrive at 

 anything like an adequate knowledge of the 

 higher forms of animal life, with their manifold 

 instincts and countless diversities. 



Two of the migrants, still lingering into 

 June, deserve a special word. A fine, insect- 

 like sound, soft, and yet seeming to pervade the 

 air, so that it was impossible to locate it, one 

 afternoon apprised me of a probable new-comer. 

 There were still a few species due and overdue, 

 and this unfamiliar sound was probably from 

 one of them. Endeavoring to locate it, I went 



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