WILD LIFE OF ORCHARD AND FIELD 



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EASTER SKYLARKS 



COULD think of no more profit- 

 able, enjoyable, and reverential 

 avocation for last Easter Day 

 than to walk out into the coun- 

 try and listen to the skylarks, 

 where they were chanting their 

 little anthems under the blue 

 dome of the divine skv. 



It has been no news to bird- 

 lovers in the neighborhood of 

 New York that we had domiciled 

 on Long Island the growing 

 remnants of a colony of true 

 English skylarks, which has 

 survived the vicissitudes of 

 guns and traps and climate 

 (even the almost exterminating 



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