UNDER THE APPLE-TREES 
at its beginning and ending. When one has learned 
to note and discriminate the warblers, he has made a 
good beginning in his ornithological studies. 
Il. A SHORT WALK 
One midsummer afternoon I went up to “Scot- 
land”’ and prowled about amid the raspberry-bushes, 
finding a little fruit, black and red, here and there, 
and letting my eyes wander to the distant farms and 
mountains. The wild but familiar prospect dilated 
and rested me. As J lingered near the torn edge of the 
woods in a tangle of raspberry-bushes, I caught a 
glimpse of some large bird dropping suddenly to the 
ground from a tall basswood that stood in the edge 
of the open, where it was hidden from my view. 
Was it a crow or a hawk? A hawk, I guessed, from 
its manner of descent. I threw a stone after waiting 
some moments for it to reappear, but it made no 
sign. Then I moved slowly toward the spot, and 
presently up sprang a hen-hawk and, uttering its 
characteristic squeal, circled around near me and 
then alighted not far off. A young hawk, I saw it 
was, and quite unsophisticated. Presently, as I 
made my way along, just touching the edge of the 
woods, a covey of nearly full-grown partridges burst 
up out of the berry-bushes, ten or twelve of them, 
and went humming up into the denser woods, some 
of them alighting in the trees, whence they stretched 
their necks to watch me as I passed along. The dust 
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