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380 THE DOR-HAWK. 
I can read of thee, and find out 
How thou fliest, fast or slow; 
Of thee in the north and south too, 
Of thy great moustachioed mouth too, 
And thy Latin name also. 
But, Dor-hawk, I love thee better 
While thy voice unto me seems 
Coming o’er the evening meadows, 
From a dark brown land of shadows, 
Like a pleasant voice of dreams! 
This singular bird which is found in every part 
of the old world, as well in the cold regions of 
Siberia, as in the hot jungles of India, and the 
lion-haunted forests of Africa, has, as we have 
said, a large class of relations also in America: 
the Whip-poor-Will, the Willy-come-go, the 
Work-away, and the Who-are-you? being all 
of the same family. In Africa and among the 
American Indians these birds are looked upon 
with reverence or fear; for, by some they are 
supposed to be haunted by the dead, and by 
