38 BIEDS AND POETS 



it up," "cover it up." The yellovf-breasted chat 

 says "who," "who," and "tea-boy." What the 

 robin says, caroling that simple strain from the top 

 of the tall maple, or the crow with his hardy haw- 

 haw, or the pedestrian meadowlark sounding his 

 piercing and long-drawn note in the spring meadows, 

 the poets ought to he able to tell us. I only know 

 the birds all have a language which is very expres- 

 sive, and which is easily translatable into the hu- 

 man tongue. 



