Summer Birds of the Redwoods, 



the birds are about — to He In the dark 

 shade of foliage and watch the play of 

 life in the branches overhead — to stand 

 by the stream where a mother sandpiper 

 is leading her nimble young along the 

 pebbled shore, and where the trout 

 flashes in the silver stream as the king- 

 fisher, with ominous rattle, flies over- 

 head. Here all is beautiful ! The 

 sunlight filtering through the tracery of 

 drooping boughs Is transmuted to a 

 flaming rose color, glowing amid the 

 cool greens and the purple shadows 

 that invest It. 



High up in the top of a dead limb a 

 California woodpecker is cheerily rap- 

 ping away, while a pine squirrel scam- 

 pers gaily up the trunk, chattering 

 shrilly as he frisks over the rough bark. 

 We catch the infection of joyousness 

 from the light-hearted creatures, and 

 feel that we have come to participate in 

 a summer revelry. From a mass of 

 poison oak in a little ravine below, a 

 jack-rabbit, with long, erect ears, bounds 

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