AT PEEP OF DAY 



From this point, miles away, he could see the 

 peaks of his companions' tents. 



One backward glance at the spot where he 

 had passed the night, then horse and rider went 

 on their way, and the place saw them no more; 

 but the memory of the little ministering bird and 

 of the beautiful wild visitors of the morning re- 

 mains with the traveller, and, though the story 

 takes some time in the telling, the whole pano- 

 rama passes before my mind's eye in the space of 

 a white-throat's song. 



But I must tell you of other visions that have 

 come to me in this nook of revelations. One day 

 it was a little bird of glowing orange and strik- 

 ing black, with white markings: the beautiful 

 Blackburnian warbler, a creature once seen never 

 to be forgotten. Other members of the warbler 

 family palm, magnolia, blackpoll, worm-eat- 

 ing, black-and-white creeping, yellow, and I can- 

 not say how many others have visited the spot 

 as I sat and watched. And oh! the hopeless 

 number that I have not been able to identify! 

 Sometimes I brought from my upward-gazing 

 quest nothing but an aching neck, yet who can 

 tell what foundation for future success was laid 

 in these apparently fruitless investigations. Our 



