WHAT I HAVE DONE WITH BIRDS 



mate. All of my life I shall hear him as he would come hopping 

 from branch to branch toward his choir-loft, tenderly questioning, 

 "Uoli? Uoli?" Then in a burst of impassioned rapture, clear as 

 the finest golden toned flute, "A-e-o-l-e! A-e-o-l-e! Aeolee, lee, 

 lee!" 



YOUNG BELL BIRD HIDING 

 UNDER LEAF 



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