New Walks in Old Ways 



chipmunk's happy song really came 

 from a bird throat the Audubon So- 

 ciety people would have a lot to say 

 in praise of it. It is more bird-like 

 in its quality than any note I know in 

 connection with the quadruped crea- 

 tion. But we are forgetting our lark- 

 lets. 



Later on I passed that way again. 

 The mother lark, still foraging, took 

 wing with a fine fat morsel of some 

 sort in her beak, but instead of flying 

 with it to the nest — its obvious destin- 

 ation — she had in the meantime be- 

 come suspicious and undertook to lie 

 to me about the location of her birdlets 

 by sailing away beyond it, and alight- 

 ing in deep grass, that had not yet 

 been cut, some distance further on. 

 Anything to keep you away from the 

 baby birds ! I permitted her finesse to 

 work, and did not approach the sacred 

 spot. 



A semi-tropic cloudburst the other 

 evening did the new-mown hay no 



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