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show the beautiful plumage. He had seen 

 it in flying by, and now stood hopping back 

 j^ and forth along the window sash, uncertain 

 leZ/oio whether to come in or not. Sometimes he 

 eaienfs spread his wings, as if on the point of flying 

 in; then he would turn his head to look 

 curiously at me and at the strange surround- 

 ingSj and, afraid to venture in, endeavor to 

 attract the attention of the stuffed bird, whose 

 head was turned away. In the looking-glass 

 he saw his own movements repeated. Twice 

 he began his love call very softly, but cut it 

 short, as if frightened. The echo of the small 

 room made it seem so different from the 

 same call in the open fields that I think he 

 doubted even his own voice. 



Almost over his head, on a bracket against 

 the wall, was a great hawk, pitched forward 

 on his perch, with wings spread and fierce 

 eyes glaring downward, in the intense atti- 

 tude a hawk takes as he swoops for his prey. 

 The golden-wing by this time was ready to 

 venture in. He had leaned forward with 

 wings spread, looking down at me to be quite 

 sure I was harmless, when, turning his head 



