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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



cheer? Girlie-girlie-girlie" at daybreak or before, ringing out sweet and 

 clear in glad greeting. But there is no more ardent lover in the bird 

 world than the Cardinal's cousin, the Rose-breasted Grosbeak, and it 

 is a delight to see him hurrying through the tree tops after his spar- 

 row-coated mate, and hear his "quick, dearie, dearie, dearie," as he 

 notes the espionage below, but more charming still is his estatic war- 

 ble as he circles round and round his nesting mate who must thrill 

 with the untranslatable outburst of melody from the throat of her 

 "crimson tipped" lord whose call note is likened to the creak of a 

 rusty hinge." 



The Wood Thrush's "a-o-le-le, a-o-le" and the Red-winged Black- 

 bird's "Hol-col-tee" are too full of Unguals for English translation, 

 but it does not take an experienced linguist to interpret the Meadow 

 Lark's sweet call into "Erie, lake Erie," particularly if one has lived 

 long on the borders of that 

 great lake, but his song of 

 "you-can't-see-me" is in 

 flat contradiction of his 

 visible proxituity upon the 

 top rail of the nearest 

 fence, but perhaps he, like 

 many an unf eathered equiv- 

 ocater, believes that if on- 

 ly one will assert often and 

 long, some one is bound to 

 accept his assertions as a 

 truth some day. 



Late into the autumn 

 one may see sitting high 

 up, on the branches of a 

 dead tree, a tiny, sombre- 

 coated Field Sparrow 

 plaintively repeating his 

 musical "see, sir, sweet, 

 sweet, ain't she?" over 



and over again in face of meadowTark. 



the nipping winds and lowering skies, which the chickadees are apos- 

 trophizing as "sich-a-dav-dav-dav-day" as they gaily nod their black- 

 capped heads to the dancing leaves. 



