FRIENDS IN FEATHERS 



rolling down the valley, as he courted, comforted, and guarded 

 his mate? All of my life I shall hear him as he would come hop- 

 ping from branch to branch toward his choir-loft, tenderly ques- 

 tioning: "Uoli? Uoli?" Then in a burst of impassioned rap- 

 ture, clear as the finest golden-toned flute : " A-e-o-l-e ! A-e-o-l-e ! 

 Aeolee, lee, lee ! " 



YOUNG BELL BIKD HIDING 

 UNDER LEAF 



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