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CHARLES N. ELLIOT ARCHITECT 325 FAILING BUILDING PORTLAND.ORISON Copied verbatim from one of the note books which I used
to keep for my own pleasure,when I lived,years ago,in the beautifui valley of the Little Miami in South estern Ohio. Sat.April
23,1897:-Past week has bean a very changeable one.Last three days have been oppressively warm.TheVfoliage of trees ufedergrowth
a rapidly putting forth after the 1 ting delay caused by the cold weather. Change very sudden and very great-from guite cold
weather to sultry days. Today bright,warm,sunshiny and breezy.Large masses of up-piled cloud scenery in sky - fleecy and
with great apparent depth. Noted a peculiar Insect out in rear of house about size of bumble-bee,which it resembled except
for a dried-up,skeletonized look as of the shadow or ghost of a bee,It hummed on invisible gauze wings over last year's iron-weed
blooms - a shadow bee,gathering mythical honey from the ghosts of the gorgeous purple flowers that were. The swallows nevebeen
about for three days now.Last Wednesday evening,coming up the hill from the train,I heard and recognized the chitter-chitter
of swallows overhead,and sure enough,far up above the tree-tops I discovered three of these aotive flyers.Have seen the same
(t) three birds every evening since,also In the mornings - but no others yet. Out across-lots to Spooner's woods to the S.W.of
our house to seek for fawn-lily seed pods for John Burroughs as I promised him a year ago I would do.Found several,but all
too green yet.Many of,the pods h have been either broken off the stem oreaten into by some.insect near the base of pods.Noticed
ttiat nearly every pod,instead of being.supported upright in the air by its stem,drooped over until pod ls S 6 ground,generally
hidden from sight under the leaves,thus?-C jl cb6rtr ) evidently the plant's method of sowing its seed - the pAd covered entire
the seed dropped and covered by leaf-mold. A beautiful slope covered with deep rich grass - the new leaves shooting up thru
last yearVs remains,making a thick cushion carpet,into which the foot SINLS to the ankle - over this arches the low scraggy
apple trees,AND their just opening,blossoms make the air heavy with perfume. Cedars mingle their dark foloage with the tender
green of newborn leaves on the budding deoiduQus treei. The low-sinking aun casts a mellow xxgkt and refining light over and
tktyiu the trees,deepening the darkness of the evergreens and making lighter the pale green of the new leaves.Cardinals flash
their brilliant soarlet across the sun-shot and shadowy vistas,some uttering their oall and others whistling an evensong.
Suddenly,over the scene,comes floating the golden song of the wood-thrush,its liquid leiaurely notes falling in perfect accord
with the scene and hour upon my 'raptured ear. I follow the notes - a siren strain - down the soft,sweet-smelling slope,across
a narrow meadow where hundreds of violets mingle their rich blues AND purples with the greens of the sward,over to the oroek
bank.Still the sweet strains continue, AND I locate definitely the spot where the music originates,but cannot,even with ray
glass,make out the singer,who sits high up in the huge hickory tree near Hendricks house.A farmjwagon finally frightens him
AND he flies down to the creek bed,a few hundred feet AWAY.Following, I find him at last running along the sandy bank,dodging
under the grasses and sedges,picking up a supper and offering musical thanks therefor alternately. (OVER) 05335