WOODLAND PATHS 



them at leisure. Then I saw that this was 

 to me a new variety of the dusky-wing, 

 the Thanaos persius instead of Thanaos 

 brizo, as I had thought. Persius' dusky- 

 wing had climbed the hill as I had, to see 

 if summer was coming, and had found it 

 here. The pale corydalis which nodded 

 columbine-like heads of softest coral red 

 and yellow knew it too, and drowsed in the 

 sunshine as did the butterflies, but I went 

 on, seeking more evidence. 



On the shore of Hoosic-whissic Pond a 

 wood thrush sits on her nest in a green- 

 brier clump, within ten feet of noisy pic- 

 nickers. Bravely she sits and shields her 

 eggs, nor does she stir for all the riot 

 about her. I poked my head within the 

 tangle till my face was within two feet of 

 her, and still she did not move. Her throat 

 swelled a little, and a questioning look 



came into her eyes. 



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