A BOUQUET OF SONG BIRDS 



|NE of the most famous resorts of 

 land-birds in the Eastern States is 

 in the town of Englewood, N. J. ; 

 to be precise, West Englewood, a 

 small farming district at some distance from 

 Englewood itself. But let no one, meditating a 

 trip to this avian shrine, be misled, as I nearly 

 was, by an unscrupulous ticket-agent of the New 

 Jersey Northern Railroad, who tried to persuade 

 me that all of Englewood worth mentioning 

 was on his road — a statement fully two miles 

 wide of the truth, for West Englewood is on 

 the West Shore road. The circumstance that 

 makes this an attractive spot to the feathered 

 tribe is its variety of topography, and, con- 

 sequently, of vegetable and animal life; for, 

 within a small area, are comprised upland and 

 swamp, woods, shrubbery, and open land — 

 quite an epitome of nature — ^with such diversity 

 of growth as to allure the varied tastes of a wide 

 range of species. In contrast with the Ramble 



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