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bird remained in one locality — the Imshy 

 corner of a field — the whole season. He in- 

 dulged in the ordinary sparrow song also. I 

 had repeatedly had my eye upon him when he 

 changed from one to the other. 



And now here lie is again, just a year after, 

 in the same place, singing the same remarkahle 

 song, capturing my ear with the same exquisite 

 lasso of sound. What Avould I not give to 

 know just where he passed the winter, and what 

 adventures by flood and field befell him. 



(I will add that the bird continued in song 

 the whole season, apparently confining his wan- 

 derings to a few acres of ground. But the fol- 

 lowing spring he did not return, and I have 

 never heard him since, and if any of his pro- 

 geny inherited this peculiar song I have not 

 heard them.) 



