BIRDS 
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things, I love to listen to this strange 
clairvoyant call. Heard a quarter of a 
mile away, coming up from the dark 
bosom of the forest or out from the 
sombre recesses of the mountain, like the 
voice of a muezzin calling to prayer in 
the Oriental twilight, it has a peculiar 
fascination. He wanders from place to 
place, 
“An invisible thing, 
A voice, a mystery/' 
You will probably hear him a score of 
times to seeing him once. I rarely dis¬ 
cover him in the woods, except when on 
a protracted stay; but when in June he 
makes his gastronomic tour of the garden 
and orchard, regaling himself upon 
canker-worms, he is quite noticeable. 
Since food of some kind is a necessity, 
he seems resolved to burden himself as 
little as possible with the care of obtain¬ 
ing it, and so devours these creeping 
horrors with the utmost matter-of-course 
air. At this time he is one of the tamest 
birds in the orchard, and will allow you 
to approach within a few yards of him. 
