, his ears too keen. The canoe would gUde 



up to the old cedar and touch the shore 



'^illooleeh noiselessly; but with the first crunch of 



' XltHe gravel under my foot, or the rub of my 



\6ice ^^'^o^ ^^ ^ lifted it out, he would waken; 



and his song, all sweetness and cheer, I'm 



here^ sweet Killooleet-lillooleet-lillooleet, would 



ripple out of the dark underbrush where his 



nest was. 



I am glad now to think that I never saw 

 that nest, though it was' scarcely ten yards 

 from my tent, until after the young had 

 flown, and Killooleet cared no more about 

 it. I knew the bush in which it was, close 

 by the deer path ; could pick out from my 

 fireplace the thick branch that sheltered it ; 

 for I often watched the birds coming and 

 going. I have no doubt that Killooleet 

 would have welcomed me there without 

 fear ; but his mate never laid aside her shy- 

 ness about it, never went to it directly when 

 I was looking, and I knew he would like me 

 better if I respected her little secret. 



Soon, from the mate's infrequent visits, 

 and from the amount of food which Killoo- 



