THE BIRDS OF A NORTHERN LOCH 77 



large stone, and began to tramp the six 

 miles back to the hotel, and on my way 

 I heard some notes that made me stop 

 and listen. It was a Lark singing up in 

 the sky, and that beautiful song, coming 

 after those wild cries which I had been 

 hearing, sounded the sweetest bird music 

 I had ever heard, and was like a link 

 with home, where throughout the whole 

 of the springtime day and half the night 

 the woods are filled with happy songs. 



