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those broad, even sweeps; and as they rose higher one would never 

 have surmised that they left, for aught they knew, all hope behind. 



When they were gone, I ascended the tree somewhat above the nest 

 and took some pictures. When about to expose the first plate, and 

 when I was just steadying the camera for the picture, the shadow of a 

 crow skimmed past like a shot, and I involuntarily dodged it, thinking, 

 in the short time I had to think, that the Hawks had returned. My 

 hand pressed the bulb, upon which it was already tightning, and the 

 result was a photograph of just half of the nest, so nearly half, indeed, 

 that it showed but one egg, and the eggs were touching each other too. 



When my pictures were taken I hung the camera upon a branch and 

 begun to look about me. It seemed as though I w^ere in another world, 

 high up in the wavy, leafy tree tops. All was peaceful and quiet. Far 

 away, like a dim picture, the distant rivers and meadows basked in the 

 soft sunlight, and here and there, patches of snow still lingered in the 

 deepest hollows. In the wood below I could hear the slightest sound 

 with a distinctness which surprised me and I understood, as I listened, 

 how the hawks, with their more acute senses of hearing had so soon 

 become aware of my presence at all times. A Warbler calling in the 



