A Book on Birds 



trees, and becomes in another moment the 

 very ^'Tangle wood lane'' of my boyhood 

 days; except that it seems even more 

 tangled and woodsy than ever. 



Of course this village street which strays 

 so easily into wilding obhvion is still in 

 some measure (let us say to the extent of 

 two farm wagons a week) a traveled 

 thoroughfare; it being in fact the first real 

 cross-road you meet to the right, going 

 northward through the town. Yet permit 

 it to lead you but two hundred paces 

 toward the river and you will find, as I 

 have stated, that it is not at all what it is 

 paraded to be, but something vastly more 

 delightful; provided, of course, the season 

 be propitious, and you a lover of nature. 



I myself have had a special affection for 

 it as long as I can remember; an affection 

 which has not diminished by any means as 

 with each succeeding summer, because of 

 encroaching growths of bush and briar 

 and sapling on either side, and grape and 

 honeysuckle overhead, it has become more 

 and more attractive to birds. 



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