1892 
July 8 
Concert by 
Wood 
Thrushes 
As I walked along the quiet country road and down 
through the hollo?/ across Derby’s brook, I emerged into the 
open pine woods in the back part of the Pratt Farm. As I 
entered these pines a Wood Thrush was singing in them and I 
sat dov/n to listen. Presently he came into a tree nearly 
over me and then a second bird began singing behind me while 
a few moments later a third struck up on my right. I have 
not heard such a concert from these Thrushes for years and, 
I think, never before in Massachusetts. How they made the 
woods ring and echo with their solemn chords! The bell-like 
notes quivered and trembled on the still air and sho?/ered 
down from the pine foliage like rain drops when the wind 
shakes the trees. It was most impressive and thrilled me as 
deeply as has ever the music of a cathedral choir. Now and 
then a bird would stop singing and utter a sharp challenging 
whit-wit—wit—wit-wit , or give a low rolling call very like 
that of our Tree Toad. 
