28o IN BIRD-LAND 



the corner of the copse, comes the gentle coo, coo, 

 of the Wood-Pigeon, and ever and anon the 

 Cuckoo's cry is heard from across the water, while 

 over the marsh land the Redshanks are " yelping," 

 and the Peewits calling. In this way the long 

 procession of returning su-mmer passes, all grows 

 brighter as the day wears on and the sun rises 

 higher in the heavens. Then once again quiet 

 eventide descends, and Nature's beauties as 

 seen by day give place once more to the no 

 less striking outlook of a summer night on the 

 Norfolk Broads. 



UN WIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, PRINTERS, WOKINO AND LONDON. 



