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iheir welcome to the springtime harmony. With the famihar Crow and 

 Red-winged Blackbird, the Blue Jay and possibly a Rusty Crackle, one might 

 well be content, had not the unexpected presence of two Prairie Horned Larks, 

 the drumming of the Ruffed Crouse, the flute-like refrain of the first White- 

 throated Sparrows, and the swift stealth of a Cooper's Hawk quickened 

 expectation. Was it a Veery that slipped so unobtrusively out of sight by the 

 shrub-encircled fence along the path, and was that a Purple Finch well up on 



Pictures framed and bird-boxes made by the pupils of Room Five, Grade Five, of 

 the Central School Building of Athens, Ohio. There are thirty-nine pupils in the 

 room, thirty-four of whom made bird-boxes. These pupils are all members of the 

 Audubon Society. Miss Blanche Robinson is the teacher. 



the branch of a tree singing in rippling snatches! The Savannah Sparrow might 

 here and there be heard, although as yet the tamarack trees, hoary with lichens, 

 were veiled in a mist of pale green leafage, and the cowslips were hardly opened 

 along wet meadow-places. Snowy bloodroot and the graceful squirrel corn, 

 with here and there a budding trillium among the thickly blooming spring- 

 beauty, entranced the eye; while the smooth plain lilylike leaves of the rarer 

 clintonia were conspicuous after the abundance of spotted adder's tongue, 

 ever familiar to the lover of spring flowers. 



