. XIV. 



THE GREAT CAROLINIAN. 



ALL through June of that summer I studied 

 the birds in the spacious inclosure around my 

 " Inn of Rest." But as that month drew near 

 its end, 



" The happy birds that change their sky 

 To build and brood, that live their lives 

 From land to land," 



almost disappeared. Blue jay babies wandered 

 far off, where I could hear them it is true, but 

 where owing to the despair into which my 

 appearance threw the whole jay family I 

 rarely saw them ; orchard and Baltimore orioles 

 had learned to fly, and carried their ceaseless 

 cries far beyond my hearing ; catbirds and car- 

 dinals, doves and golden-wings, all had raised 

 their broods and betaken themselves wherever 

 their fancy or food drew them, certainly without 

 the bounds of my daily walks. It was evident that 

 I must seek fresh fields, or remove my quarters 

 to a more northerly region, where the sun is less 

 ardent and the birds less in haste with their 

 nesting. 



