50 THE BIRDS OF 



westward, I beheld the sun, a ball of 

 fire, passing from sight behind a distant 

 hill, and turning my head to look across 

 the lake, I saw a most wonderful 

 sight. At this late hour, the sun cast a 

 red hue over all that it illuminated. 

 Part of the trees on the opposite shore 

 were obscured from the sun's rays by 

 other trees. The colors of the turning 

 leaves which the sunshine touched were 

 magnified by the red hue, and were set 

 out against a background of leaves that 

 were still green. A section of the water 

 that was shadowed by the hill was black 

 as night, and the water that received the 

 rays of the fast disappearing sun re- 

 flected perfectly the wonderful coloring 

 of the leaves. That part of the lake 

 which was neither in sunshine nor 

 shadow was green and blue. Not a 

 ripple stirred the water. The wind was 

 still, and there arose a chorus of the 



