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cepted my presence as a matter of course. Many 

 a time it flew so near to my face and snapped 

 its beak so close to my ears that I involuntarily 

 drew back my head. I think it came to recognize 

 or distinguish me from other people. A word 

 more concerning this pewee. It detested tobacco 

 smoke, and moved to a more distant perch if the 

 wind carried the smoke from my pipe to where it 

 usually sat. While, for night after night, I watched 

 this bird, I kept track of the movements of others, 

 and found that the pewee stayed up later and sang 

 longer than even the robin. It continued fly- 

 catching when the gloaming was well nigh past, 

 and showed a power of sight approaching that of 

 an owl. 



In the woods at sunrise ! How very different 

 the same spots appear at the different grand divi- 

 sions of the day sunrise, noon, sunset, and mid- 

 night ! There are few people, comparatively, who 

 know anything of the first and last of these four 

 divisions, and yet there is more to be seen and 

 heard at sunrise than at any other hour. Gener- 

 ally so, I mean ; for the character of the weather 

 each day has much to do with it. A steady, all- 

 day rain makes the whole twenty-four hours pain- 

 fully monotonous, but not so of a typical June day, 

 with a misty sunrise; a clear, furnace-heated noon; 

 a red sunset, and a starry night. We had such 

 yesterday, and to-day tells the same story. Wild 

 life finds no drawbacks, and what happened when 

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