he knows. In that case a trained listener will notice that 
while he has many tunes that are all his own, he has not 
been too busy to learn the lessons of his companions, for 
parts of their song's are given with his own. Whether this 
is done as a winged joke or as an expression of his extra 
energy, who can say? 
Anyway, there are few other residents in your neigh- | 
borhood that can give you more free entertainment than can 
he. His nimble little body and tail perform the queerest, 
strangest antics. Every motion may be a curve or it may 
be an angle, but always there is motion. In his maddest 
frenzy of song, he will shake the melody out of his vibrating 
throat with motions of his wings and tail. Perhaps he has 
an internal spring that has been wound so tightly that it 
works him overtime, or perhaps he was born with so much 
of the famous Seattle spirit that he must do his part in 
keeping the old world alive and happy. | | 
| Whatever his motives, he is worth all the hours of 
attention the reader may wish to give him and his various © 
tunes. Ever after he will repay you by a thrill when, by 
the imitation of his notes, he may answer, “iss-it? iss-it? 
from some favored spot and come near. Perhaps you may 
eatch the shadow of his flight as he swings from one leaf 
to another, or scrambles to a branch where he may look you 
over. With the right kind of a spirit you will even enjoy 
the jeer in his “Did it! Did it!” and will follow his song 
from tree to tree until his mocking echo vanishes although | 
you caught no glimpse of this troll of the trees, this fay of 
the forest of the far Northwest. | 
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