THE BEECH WOODS 



sages it had been working toward the 

 pine groves to the North, and by some 

 quick move or by a long flight it lost 

 its pursuers. Gradually the noise died 

 down and peace was restored. The 

 more wary of the songsters who re- 

 mained hidden came forth to do their 

 Morning carol. The vireos sat in the 

 upper branches and sang unceasingly. 

 From all the woods and fields the great 

 chorus swelled and grew in volume 

 until the nearest songsters sang their 

 solos accompanied by the fainter blind- 

 ing notes of the multitude. What a 

 revelation this would be to the city 

 dweller, who so rarely sees the sun 

 come smiling over the horizon ! What 

 a feast for the noise-ridden ears of the 

 toiler to walk in the awakening fields 

 and hear this wonderful chorus so 

 eagerly flooding the world with joy ! 



In this early Morning light that 

 wakes the sleeping hollows and puts to 

 flight the nocturnal life of the woods, 

 there is a fascinating power. It comes 

 so cheerfully tripping down the long 

 vistas and peeping through the trac- 

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