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as lie might have picked a berry. I myself 

 noted in New Hampshire, what many noted 

 hereabouts, the continual presence of war- 

 blers on the ground. 'T is an ill wind that 

 blows nobody good, and our multitude of 

 young bird students for, thank Heaven, 

 they are a multitude had the opportunity 

 of many years to make new acquaintances. 

 A warbler in the grass is a comparatively 

 easy subject. 



After all, the beginners have the best of 

 it. No knowledge is so interesting as new 

 knowledge. It may be plentifully mixed 

 with ignorance and error. Much of it may 

 need to be unlearned. Young people living 

 about me began to find scarlet tanagers 

 early in April ; one boy or girl has seen a 

 scissor-tailed flycatcher, and orchard orioles 

 seem to be fairly common ; but at least new 

 knowledge has the charm of freshness. And 

 what a charm that is ! a morning rose, 

 with the dew on it. The old hand may 

 almost envy the raw recruit the young 

 woman or the boy, to whom the sight of a 

 rose-breasted grosbeak, for instance, is like 

 the sight of an angel from heaven, so strange, 



