134 IN BIRD LAND. 
you in his staid, philosophical way, as if you were 
scarcely worth noticing. Nor will he hush his song 
at your approach, although he does not seem to 
care (whether syou listen tom him) or not. fligas 
seldom that he can be betrayed into doing an 
undignified act; and even if he does almost turn a 
somersault in pursuing a refractory miller, he re- 
covers his poise the next moment, and settles upon 
his perch with as much sang /roid as if nothing 
unusual had occurred. Altogether, the wood-pewee 
is what Bradford Torrey would call a “character in 
feathers.”’ 
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