WITH THE BIRDS IN MAINE 



ON THE COAST OF MAINE 



ON an outlying island on the lonely but 

 lovely coast of Maine so faithfully pictured 

 by Miss Jewett on the preceding page, some 

 of the happiest summers of my life have been 

 passed, hours slipping into days, and days run- 

 ning on into weeks, almost unlieeded, while 



" Dreaming sweet idle dreams of having strayed 

 To Arcady with all its golden lore " ; 



not, however, in studying the human life of 

 its storm-beaten cottages, interesting as that 

 may be, but in watching life's tragedies and 

 comedies among our little neighbors of the 

 fields and woods the dramas of the tree- 

 tops. 



My abiding-place at the time my story 

 begins differed materially from the pictur- 



