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supposed it to be some species of hawk. 

 To ascertain I drove an arrow to the spot, 

 guessing at the proper place. It clipped 

 keenly through the tangle, with a whack 

 upon a tree-bole beyond, and out rushed 

 the bird, which proved to be a golden- 

 winged woodpecker. 



My arrow's stroke seemed to shock the 

 whole wood suddenly into life. I saw a 

 dozen birds in the next ten seconds : blue 

 jays, woodpeckers, a mocking-bird, and 

 several small species that I could not 

 identify. Upon all of these I used my 

 field-glass, not my bow. It was not the 

 season of song, but many voices chirped 

 and whistled cheerily as I passed slowly 

 and noiselessly along. What I most 

 wished to come upon was one of the 

 small deer said to abound in the place. 

 But this was not to be ; nor did I find any 

 game larger than a woodcock during the 

 day. The event which made my tramp 

 worth special record (wherefore this paper) 

 began after I had walked entirely through 

 the wood and emerged upon a marsh- 

 prairie, covered with low grass in the 

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