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Just before dusk I was mucli interested in the sing- 

 ing of a wood thrush. It was in the edge of the woods 

 back of the hoteL The gurgKng prehides and inter- 

 hides were fine, while the song itself, alternating on 

 high and low keys, was sweet and mellow as any flute 

 and exquisitely modulated. Each " trill-a dee dee ! " 

 came back in echo clear and perfect as the song itself. 

 At first those who heard it supposed the echo came 

 from the rocks across the river, but in changing posi- 

 tions we soon found that the barn sent it back, thus 

 doubling the effect of the delightful harmony. 



