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ferns by the roadside, so that morning saw 
them wither away and die in the early sun¬ 
beams. With the dawn came many bird-notes. 
Crows, jays, flickers, red nuthatches, chicka¬ 
dees, golden kinglets, robins, cedar-birds, and 
goldfinches all made their voices heard. In the 
bushes by the road, Maryland yellow-throats 
mingled with various migrating sparrows, and 
among the spruces dozens of warblers flitted 
joyously back and forth, saying little, perhaps 
because nuthatches and red-eyed vireos said too 
much. Swallows had gone, but grace of flight 
was shown by hawks of various kinds which 
circled, soared, or shot past on even wing. The 
fickle crossbills, present a year ago this week in 
large numbers, were nowhere to be seen. 
Sabba Day Falls were even grander than I 
remembered them to be, and although nothing 
could surpass in loveliness the icicles, frozen 
spray, masses of snow, and other paraphernalia 
of winter which had surrounded them in Decem¬ 
ber, their present dress of tender green and 
brown, relieved by autumnal colors and crowned 
by a cloudless sky of purest blue, was wonder¬ 
fully fair to look upon, and to lay away in the 
mind for weary days when brick walls and 
English sparrows should replace the wilderness 
and its warblers. 
It was high noon when I turned my back on 
