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tiles, lie could not tell, until it was stretched out 

 in death, which of the two it was. This tragedy 

 spoiled the old orchard for me, and never again 

 did I enter its gates. 



Down the wild rose path I took my way the 

 next morning. Silently and quickly I gained 

 my seat of yesterday, hoping to surprise the chat 

 family. No doubt my hope was vain ; noiseless, 

 indeed, and deft of movement must be the hu- 

 man being who could come upon this alert bird 

 unawares. He greeted me with a new note, a 

 single clear call, like " ho ! " Then he proceeded 

 to study me, coming cautiously nearer and nearer, 

 as I could see out of the corner of my eye, while 

 pretending to be closely occupied with my note- 

 book. His loud notes had ceased, but it is not 

 in chat nature to be utterly silent ; many low 

 sounds dropped from his beak as he approached. 

 Sometimes it was a squawk, a gentle imitation 

 of that which rang through the air from the 

 mouth of his spouse ; again it was a hoarse sort 

 of mewing, followed by various indescribable 

 sounds in the same undertone ; and then he 

 would suddenly take himself in hand, and be 

 perfectly silent for half a minute. 



After a little, madam took up the matter, ut- 

 tering her angry squawk, and breaking upon 

 my silence almost like a pistol shot. At once I 

 forgot her mate, and though he retired to a little 



