Summer Birds of the Redwoods, 



Evening brings its own wonders, when 

 the bats fly mysteriously out of the 

 gloom and the chimney-swifts, with 

 fluttering, cork-screw flight, come wing- 

 ing above us with their chattering calls. 

 We stand in the solemn twilight with 

 the gigantic primeval trees looming 

 above us, the shadows deepening be- 

 neath, and the breath of the night 

 whispering far overhead, almost op- 

 pressed by the sacred beauty, the awful 

 calm, of one of nature's holiest temples. 



