A FIRST GLANCE AT THE 

 BIRDS. 



E WHO know California 

 think it the most glorious 

 of lands. The winds of 

 freedom blow across its 

 lofty mountains and expansive plains. 

 There is something untamed and 

 elemental about its wildernesses, and 

 a tender charm about its pastoral 

 valleys. The everlasting seas thunder 

 upon its bold, granite headlands, the 

 pines lift their heads almost into the 

 snow of its mountain tops, and in its 

 great interior valleys grow the dark, ven- 

 erable live-oaks ; the sycamores sprawl 

 their hoary trunks aloft, and willows and 

 alders wave their delicate foliage beside 

 the streams. Then there are the far 

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