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enjoy the flowers, the trees, and the birds was on 

 the shore of a glacier lake. Near the lake were 

 eternal snows, rugged gorges, and forests prime- 

 val. To its shore, especially in autumn, came 

 many bird callers. I often screened myself in 

 a dense clump of fir trees on the north shore to 

 study the manners of birds which came near. To 

 help attract and detain them, I scattered feed 

 on the shore, and I spent interesting hours and 

 days in my hiding-place enjoying the etiquette of 

 birds at feast and frolic. 



I was lying in the sun, one afternoon, just out- 

 side my fir clump, gazing out across the lake, 

 when a large black bird alighted on the shore 

 some distance around the lake. "Surely," I said 

 to myself, " that is a crow." A crow I had not 

 seen or heard of in that part of the country. I 

 wanted to call to him that he was welcome to 

 eat at my free-lunch counter, when it occurred 

 to me that I was in plain sight. Before I could 

 move, the bird rose in the air and started flying 

 leisurely toward me. I hoped he would see, or 

 smell, the feed and tarry for a time ; but he rose 

 as he advanced, and as he appeared to be looking 



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