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THE BITTERN 



wildest confusion. The heavy timber 

 on either side, — the steep and deeply 

 cut ravines, — the sparkling springs 

 flowing over solid rocks, — all adds to 

 the scene of grandeur. 



Let us rest here on this fallen mon- 

 arch of the forest, and take a draught 

 of spring-water, — how cool the very 

 thought, — how refreshing the effect on 

 the heated and tired body. 



On our approach to the spring we 

 saw half a dozen crows drinking at the 

 little pool, that was formed by the 

 water dripping from an overhanging 

 rock, — they, too, enjoyed the water. 

 Perhaps they intended to take a bath, 

 but their glossy black suits, glistening 

 in the sunshine, showed no signs of 

 neglect, as they slowly flew away. 



NEST OK THE GREAT HORNED OWL 



PHOTO BY CARL FRITZ HENNING 



Even the rocks over which the water Many birds, jolly little chickadees, 



flows, — forming little pools, clear as friendly nuthatches, 



crystal,--seem to feel the cooling ef- "Shrewd little hunters of woods all gray 



feet, for on them "the greenest mosses Wliom I meet on my walks of a winter day." 



cling.'" Boisterous woodpeckers and merry 



