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THE BACHMAN SPARROW. 



Once as I sat entranced before this new found Orpheus a Lark Spar- 

 row broke into song at half the distance. In pained astonishment and wrath 

 I turned upon him — him even ! "Oh, please not now ! Mon enfant ! Please 

 not now!'' 



Photo by the Author. 



A YOUNG BACHMAN SPARROW. 



