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effective song for some time. Then, to my 

 amazement, with hardly a pause, he began a 

 second song, quite different, and unlike any 

 chewink song I have heard. I had thought 

 this bird more closely confined to one role than 

 most others, for none who have studied birds 

 will agrefe with the poet that 



" Each siiig-s its word or its phrase, and then 

 It has nothing- further to sing- or to say ; " 



but I learned on this day, and confirmed it 

 somewhat later, that the chewink can vary his 

 song considerably. 



But let us return to our nook. We will now 

 turn around, and the world is totally changed 

 for us. Let us seat ourselves under a tall old 

 pine-tree, whose delicious aroma the hot sun 

 draws out, and the gentle breeze wafts down to 

 refresh and delight us here below. 



Before us is the brook, faint-hearted in man- 

 ner, and only a murmur where last summer it 

 was a roar. Alas ! the beautiful stream has seen 

 reverses since first I lingered on its banks with 

 joy and admiration. Far up above, just after 

 it leaves the rocky walls of Cheyenne Canon, it 

 has fallen into the greedy hands of men who 

 have drawn off half of it for their private ser- 

 vice. So the sparkling waters which gathered 

 themselves together near the top of Cheyenne, 

 leaped gayly down the seven steps of the falls, 



