286 EARLY SPRING IN MASSACHUSETTS. 
gether, making the fullest and sweetest concert 
I have heard yet. Like a shopfull of canaries. 
About the size of a song-sparrow. I think 
these are the tree-sparrow. Also mixed with 
them, and puzzling me to distinguish for a long 
time, were many of the fox-colored (?) sparrows 
mentioned above, with a creamy, cinnamon- 
tinged, ashy breast, cinnamon shoulder-let, and 
ashy about side-head and throat, with a fox-col¬ 
ored tail. A size larger than the others, the 
spot on breast very marked. Here were evi¬ 
dently two birds intimately mixed. Did not 
Peabody confound them when he mentioned 
the mark on the breast of the tree-sparrow ? 
The rich strain of the fox-colored sparrow, as I 
think it, added much to the choir. The latter, 
solos, the former, in concert. I kept off a hawk 
by my presence. They were a long time invis¬ 
ible to me except when they flitted past. 
Mount Tabor.It is affecting to see a 
distant mountain top like the summits of Un- 
cannunuc, well seen from this hill, whereon you 
camped for a night in your youth, which you 
have never revisited, still as blue and ethereal 
to your eyes as is your memory of it. It lies 
like an isle in the far heavens, a part of earth 
unprofaned, which does not bear a price in the 
market, is not advertised by the real estate 
broker. 
