58 AS THE YEAR GROWS 



ventriloquial melody that eludes and mystifies the 

 listener* It puts the eye and ear at variance* ** It 

 cannot be that bird, for the song comes from else- 

 where/' Now it is in the Pine overhead, again in the 

 impenetrable Cedar just behind, and still again it 

 seems to come from the surrounding atmosphere* 

 But there sits the musical ventriloquist on the 

 slender limb, clearly outlined against the sky* 

 Suddenly he throws off the disguise, opens his 

 bill and pours his song out to the sunshine, to 

 blend with the spontaneous life of the growing 

 woods. 



