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beaks, lyrical; others again, the thrashers and 
mockingbirds, dramatic. What a vibrant 
quality in some wren voices and in the song 
of the cardinal. What wonderful quality in 
the voices of certain warblers—poor little 
songs—yet having the power to convey one 
instantly out of the world of man, as upon a 
magic carpet, into that sylvan and enchanted 
world so different—thanks to Pan. What 
sadness in the autumn note of the bluebird; 
what sanity in the cheery call of the chickadee 
in the winter woods; what untamed beauty 
in the song of the ouzel! All have the gift 
of expression; and expression implies some- 
thing to express—feeling that is. As tohow 
much they are conscious, if at all, we shall 
never know. Some people will argue one 
way and some another, to the end of time. 
The fact remains that these birds are capa- 
ble of arousing feeling in us by this show of 
feeling in themselves, and this makes them 
companionable. 
That birds reveal family traits and are full 
of little mannerisms, racial or tribal, increases 
greatly the interest one feels in their society. 
I look for evidences of bird nature in them, as 
I look for that which betokens human nature 
in men. As an indication of what I call per- 
