BIRD NOTES AFIELD 



teriously out of the gloom and the Vaux's swifts, with flutter- 

 ing, cork-screw flight, come winging above us with their chat- 

 tering calls. We standi in the solemn twilight with the gigantic 

 primeval trees looming above, the shadows' deepening beneath, 

 and the breath of the night whispering far overhead, almost op- 

 pressed by the sacred beauty, the awful calm, of one of nature's 

 holiest temples. 



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