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unlike those of the Chipping Sparrow; 

 but the latter lack entirely that flawless 

 music which makes the others so beau- 

 tiful. 



I am free to admit that impressions 

 received by my readers in these and other 

 cases may differ, more or less, from my 

 ovm, with each individual; but, whatever 

 they may be, if you retain them as they 

 are made, they cannot fail to help you 

 much in securing sure data and verifying 

 it pleasantly, over and over again. 



But, let this suffice by way of mere 

 disquisition — at least so far as the present 

 chapter is concerned. 



A week has passed; the warm weather 

 has continued; the two Robins have about 

 finished their nest; and we are now away 

 out in the open, in an effort to prove what 

 we have been saying b}^ finding the \Miite- 

 throated Sparrow from the' sound of his 

 voice — a voice that is distinctive because 

 at this time of the year it is probably the 

 littlest and squeakiest under heaven. 



That first bright patch of gold we are 



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