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ing up, I see what I take to be a sharp-shinned hawk 

 just alighting on the trees where they were, having 

 failed to catch one. They retreat some forty rods off, 

 to another tree, and renew their concert there. The 

 hawk plumes himself, and then flies off, rising gradually 

 and beginning to circle, and soon it joins its mafe, and 

 soars with it high in the sky and out of sight, as if the 

 thought of so terrestrial a thing as a blackbird had 

 never entered its head. It appeared to have a plain red- 

 dish-fawn breast. The size more than anything made 

 me think it a sharp-shin. 



\_See also under General and Miscellaneous, pp. 

 412, 413, 425.] 



