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about the tops of the tallest trees ; a rural 

 coliseum, fit for all avian exhibitions, and never 

 quite forsaken, the round year, either by night 

 or day. But perhaps I had better refrain from 

 even the very plainest, least varnished account 

 of what I saw and heard. The cry of imagi- 



nation run wild, of investing birds with attri- 

 butes not belonging to creatures lower than 

 men, and all that ultra-scientific rubbish of 

 theorists, all this is so vehemently proclaimed 

 when a courier arrives from the woods, that 

 one may well question if a personal narrative 



