48 WHIMSICAL WHITE-THROATS 



and without a peep ; and a glimpse or two I 

 had of others, preserving the same unaccount- 

 able quiet. Even the stony pathway, rally- 

 ing-place for nearly all the bird population, 

 was now silent as a desert way, and melan- 

 choly as a tomb to the bird-lover, and I was 

 forced to conclude that if not absolutely 

 departed, these tiny fellow creatures were 

 engaged in putting on their traveling-suits 

 for the long journey. 



