198 BIRDS THROUGH AN OPERA-GLASS. 
10d.46B.¢ 
WILSON’S THRUSH; VEERY; TAWNY THRUSH. 
In Northampton, I have heard the veery sing 
in the orchard by the river, where the catbird, the 
song sparrow, the yellow warbler, and the redstart 
nested, and where the cuckoo, the rose - breasted 
erosbeak, the yellow-throated vireo, and flocks of 
migrating warblers came to call. There it was 
that the catbird tried to imitate the Wilson’s 
song. Perhaps the indignity drove the thrush on 
to “ Paradise”? —in any case, he made his home 
there, choosing the most beautiful places to sing 
in, and hopping about among the ferns over the 
pine needles that matched the soft brown of his 
coat. 
How well I remember spending one Sunday 
afternoon in the pine grove, sitting where the 
ground was strewn with glistening needles, and 
leaning against a rugged pine trunk flecked by 
the sunlight. And how when the symphony of 
wind spirits softly touching their harp strings 
in the tree tops had soothed every sense into rest 
and peace, across the grove, from the trees on 
the hillside and the bushes by the river in anti- 
phonal chorus, rang out the low trilling chant of 
the veeries. 
Here, at home, I know one Wilson’s thrush 
that sings in a locust-tree close to a house by the 
