812 EARLY SPRING IN MASSACHUSETTS. 
cluck, though he is told that at Hudson’s Bay 
at the breeding time they sing with a fine note. 
Here they utter not only a cluck, but a fine 
shrill whistle. They cover the top of a tree 
now, and their concert is of this character. 
They all seem laboring together to get out a 
clear strain, as it were wetting their whistles 
against their arrival at Hudson’s Bay. They 
begin, as it were, by disgorging or spitting it 
out like so much tow, from a full throat, and 
conclude with a clear, fine, shrill, ear-piercing 
whistle. Then away they go all chattering to¬ 
gether. 
April 9, 1858.I doubt if men do ever 
simply and naturally glorify God in the ordi¬ 
nary sense, but it is remarkable how sincerely 
in all ages they glorify nature. The praising 
of Aurora, for instance, under some form in all 
ages is obedience to as irresistible an instinct as 
that which impels the frogs to peep. 
April 9, 1859. P. m .We go seeking 
the south sides of hills and woods, or deep hol¬ 
lows to walk in, this cold and blustering day. 
We sit by the side of little Goose Pond to 
watch the ripples on it. Now it is merely 
smooth, and then there drops down upon it, 
deep as it lies amid the hills, a sharp and nar¬ 
row blast of the icy north wind careering above, 
striking it perhaps by a point or an edge, and 
