Ask the fowls of the air and they shall tell you. 
JOB. 
We should go to the ornithologist with a new feeling, if 
he could teach us what the social birds say when they sit in 
the autumn council talking together inthe trees. The want 
of sympathy makes his record a dull dictionary. His 
result-ts a dead bird. The bird is not in its ounces and 
inches, but in its relations to nature; and the skin or skel- 
eton you show me is no more a heron than a heap of ashes 
or dbotile of gases into which his body has been reduced is 
Dante or Washington. 
EMERSON. 
