BICKNELL’S THRUSH. 
than its final ascent of the scale, that is unique! The call 
notes of this mountain Thrush are like those of the Veery 
but in most instances nearly an octave higher. 
Whrea, Wiieu, Whieu, Whieu Whiewn Uee 
Call notes. 
Bicknell’s Thrush is by no means an uncommon bird, at 
least at an elevation of three thousand feet. On the crest 
of Cannon Mountain and among the dwarf spruces on the 
shoulders of Mt. Lafayette in the Franconia Notch, he is 
always in evidence along with the Olive-backed Thrush in 
June and early July; but the latter bird nests rather lower 
down in more sheltered spots. I have heard several times 
the songs of both these Thrushes simultaneously, notably 
on the occasion of a visit with some lady friends to the 
charming wilderness camp of the late William C. Prime at 
Lonesome Lake on the southern slope of Cannon Mountain. 
Here, indeed, is the ‘‘ Lodge in some vast wilderness”’ for 
which the poet Cowper yearned, here is the home of the 
mountain Thrush who flutes his weird and silvery threnody 
to the dying day! This is the like of the Mountain Tarn 
—but margined with American Labrador Tea and moun- 
tain Vacciniums—of which Frederick Faber wrote: 
There is a power to bless 
In hillside loneliness, 
In tarns and dreary places; 
A virtue in the brook, 
A freshness in the look 
Of mountains’ joyless faces. 
Bradford Torrey renders the song of this Thrush in syl- 
lables which are not difficult for me to fit to the records I 
made at Lonesome Lake. His form wee-o at the end, 
however, might prove misleading, for the Thrush rises on 
the musical scale at precisely that finale, and Mr. Torrey 
uses the same syllables for the first part of the song where 
the bird’s voice falls; hence it would have been wiser to 
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