the appeli/ing sight of llic- luscious w ikl strawberries, red 

 ripe and bursting with their debcate acitl sweetness, if tlie 

 term nia\- ])e used : antl wliy not mention the elderl)erry 

 and the wikl ho]") vines, botli in tlie lieiglit of their rustic 

 k:)vebness, and tlic liazel i)uslic-s that llourish 1)\- tlie road- 

 side. The man whose sense ot' beauty remains unstirred 

 1)y such miracles of Nature's coloring must be something 

 of clod whose life is scarce worth the living. 



Maybe, however, if the flowers and waving grasses, 

 and the spear-pointed fields of rye, now nearly ready for 

 the reaper, do not arouse him to a knowledge that nature 

 up here is working her miracles every hour, the singing 

 of the wondrous variety of birds might entrance him, for 

 here the feathered songsters, as well as our nol>lest game 

 birds, tl-.ri\-e and multi])ly amazingly. As we arrived at 

 night we heard onl}- the solitary whip-poor-will, and we 

 heard him from every direction. He seemed to be ubiqui- 

 tous, but when "Phoebus 'gan to rise" next morning 

 (Sunday) then did the bird concert truly begin. For a 

 while it w as hard to tell, from their notes, which was which, 

 thc\' all sang >o lustil\- and joyou>I>- and well ; lu)wever, 

 bye and bye I recognized the warble of the gay oriole, 

 then the sweet, loving song of the linnet, then the robin, 

 the flicker, the catbird, the blue jay, the song sparrow, 

 and from across the trout pond the familiar note of " Bob 

 White" which rang out clear and sweet, ])iercing the early 

 morning air like a piccolo. A Wilson snipe started up 

 from a bit of wet land, and swept away, saying, " Scape, 

 .scape, scape,' ' while a ]>air of san(lsni]>e swelled the chorus 

 with their ]uping notes. The red-winged blackbird, the 

 grackle and the mottle-breasted thrush were as busv and 



