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now stood hopping back and forth along the window 

 sash, uncertain whetlier to come in or not. Sometimes 

 he spread his wings as if on the point of flying in ; 

 then he would turn his head to look curiously at me 

 and at the strange surroundings, and, afraid to A'enture 

 in, endeavor to attract the attention of the stuffed bird, 

 whose head was turned awa)-. In the looking-glass 

 he saw his own movements repeated. Twice he began 

 his love call very softly, but cut it short, as if frightened. 

 The echo of the small room made it seem so different 

 from the same call in the open fields that I think he 

 doubted even his own voice. 



Almost over his head, on a bracket against the wall, 

 was another bird, a great hawk, pitched forward on 

 his perch, with wings wide spread and fierce eyes 

 glaring downward, in the intense attitude a hawk 

 takes as he strikes his pre}' from some lofty \\atch 

 tree. The golden-wing b)' this time was ready to 

 venture in. He had leaned forward with wings spread, 

 looking down at me to be quite sure I Mas harmless, 

 when, turning his head for a final look round, he 

 caught sight of the hawk just ready to pounce down 

 on him. With a startled kcc-vk he fairly tumbled 

 back off the window sash, and I caught one glimpse 

 of him as he dashed round the corner in full flight. 



What were his impressions, I wonder, as he sat on 

 a limb of the old apple tree and thought it all over } 



