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BIRD-LAND ECHOES. 



to describe ! The shadows fall upon the pages, dis- 

 tinct at times, far oftener obscure ; but the real 

 thing, the living fact, as yet defies our language. 

 This very song of the passing chickadee will fall upon 

 deaf ears ; the bird itself will flit before closed eyes, 

 in spite of all description and the rambler's urgency 

 that you go abroad and look and listen. 



Horned Lark and Redpoll. 



I had crossed a wide field before I entered the 

 woods and saw the horned larks, and the question 

 arises, Is it better to see birds and not hear them or 

 hear and not see them ? It was pleasant to watch 

 them running over the snow and sometimes plunging 



