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all over the civilized world, and that millions of 

 people now, and perhaps a thousand years 

 from now, will listen to an echo of his work. 

 This feature of the certain and almost costless 

 reproduction of these cylinders will cause the 

 search for a sound magnifier to begin again in 

 earnest. Some years ago Mr. Edison exhibited 

 an apparatus whereby the noise made by a fly 

 walking across a sheet of paper was made to 

 sound like the tramp of a horse across the 

 stable floor. Is it too great a stretch of the 

 imagination to predict that some similar means 

 of magnifying sound will be applied to the 

 echo of the phonograph ? 



Some day we may have our operas and our 

 concerts at home. 



Saturday. Delightfully cold again ; and off 

 to the woods with the children right after 

 breakfast, there being no school. Worked 

 hard at the pines, while the young ones picked 

 up twigs and chopped for the kindling pile ; 

 took our luncheon along, and ate it with the 

 music of the countless quail calling for Bob 

 White from all directions ; the breeze was from 

 inland, but full of life, and laden with incense 

 from the miles of pine between here and Long 

 Island Sound. On our way home met S., with 

 a fine deer, which, to my amazement, he told 

 us had been shot not ten miles from us. 

 The idea of wild deer on Long Island would 

 surprise a good many New Yorkers. At the 



