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dary of the Arctic Circle. My answer iS enere is 
some Power that has wisely arranged all these mat- 
ters, either by gradual development or by an original 
creative fiat. Every species is made to fit with nice 
precision into its peculiar niche in the creation. 
Perhaps Bryant suggests the true explanation in his 
poem entitled “To a Waterfowl” : — 
“ There is a Power whose care 
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, 
The desert and illimitable air, 
Lone wandering, but not lost.” 
This may seem like begging the question ; yet, to 
my mind, it is impossible to develop a philosophy 
of the universe without assuming an original crea- 
tive Intelligence. True, the laws of evolution will 
account for many of the details, and birds, like men, 
are empowered in a large measure to work out their 
own destiny ; but somewhere there must be a Power 
that has infused into Nature all these wonderful po- 
tentialities of development. Involution must pre- 
cede evolution. 
But this is speculation. Account for them as we 
may, the facts are evident. Within the circle of my 
own observation there is abundant proof of this varied 
but wise adaptation in Nature. There, for example, 
is the tiny golden-crested kinglet, which remains here 
all winter, no matter how severe the weather, and 
seems to be the embodiment of good cheer ; whereas 
the brown thrasher, a bird many times as large, 
would be likely to perish in the first snow-squall. 
Then, when spring arrives, Master Kinglet hies to 
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