Where Town and Country Meet 



much. The same kind of charm it is that 

 one finds in looking for flowers under the 

 snow, or second-crop raspberries in October. 

 We may call it the charm of the unexpected. 



What a delight, for instance, to hear, as 

 I have heard, the silvery cadenza of a song 

 sparrow along a country road, late in Au- 

 gust ! How springlike it sounds ! How it 

 carries you back to the morning of the year ! 

 And then the matins of the robin that 

 familiar warble that you hear so constantly 

 in the spring how refreshing to listen once 

 more to the cheery strain, just before robin 

 redbreast starts on his Southern pilgrimage ! 



You will find several of the denizens of 

 the deep woods still in full song the 

 thrushes, brown and hermit, the chewink, 

 the Maryland yellow-throat, two or three 

 of the vireos, the cuckoo, and the yellow- 

 hammer. The last two are not distinctly 

 singers, but their harsher notes are so as- 

 sociated with the woods and upland pas- 

 tures that, to my ear, they have a sweetness 

 and significance not surpassed by the most 

 perfect bird-melody. 



But the characteristic August bird the 



