82 THE BACHMAN SPARROW. 
Once as I sat entranced before this new found Orpheus a Lark Spar- 
row broke into song at half the distance. In pained astonishment and wrath 
I turned upon him—him even! “Oh, please not now! Mon enfant! Please 
not now!” 
Photo by the Author. 
Taken near Sugar Grove. 
A YOUNG BACHMAN SPARROW. 
