FOURTH WEEK] April 101 



spread out beneath them! How the big moon must glow 

 in that rarefied air! How diminutive and puerile must 

 seem the houses and cities of human fashioning! 



The instinct of migration is one of the most wonderful 

 in the world. A young bob-white and a bobolink are 

 hatched in the same New England field. The former 

 grows up and during the fall and winter forms one of the 

 covey which is content to wander a mile or two, here and 

 there, in search of good feeding grounds. Hardly has the 

 bobolink donned his first full dress before an irrisistible 

 impulse seizes him. One night he rises up and up, ever 

 higher on fluttering wings, sets his course southward, gives 

 you a glimpse of him across the moon, and keeps on through 

 Virginia to Florida, across seas, over tropical islands, far 

 into South America, never content until he has put the 

 great Amazon between him and his far distant birthplace. 



He who, from zone to zone, 



Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 

 In the long way that I must tread alone, 



Will lead my steps aright. 



WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 



UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA 

 $ANTA BARBARA COLLEGE LIBRARY 



