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the air a constant storm, etc. 250 Coming on of night. Wood thrush giving? his? farewell melody to the disappearing day the
firefly glittering. Whip poor will heard owl preparing to search field forest Rooks going home to nests of young cattle treading
heavily to pens, sheep gathering to the lee of rocks or protecting? hedge To birds. Cuckoo cry? English call is singing,
Many speak in raptures of its sweet voice the same people tell me in cold blood that we have no bird that can sing. I wish
they had a chance to judge of the powers of the Mock-bird red thrush cat-bird Oriole Indigo Bunting even the Whip poor will
What would they say of a half million of Robins about to take their departure for the North making the woods fairly tremble
with melodious harmony? Reservation article in Atlantic Surprising growth of every living thing animal or vegetable. In
6 weeks I have seen the eggs laid, the birds hatched, their 1st moult half over their assoc in flocks preparations begun for
then leaving this country. That the Creator should have commanded mils of delicate diminutive? tender creatures to cross
immense spaces of country to all appearance 1000 times more congenial to them than this, to cause them to people as it were
this desolate land for a time to enliven it with sweet song for 2 mos at most, by this same command induce them to abandon
it almost suddenly is as wonderful as it is beautiful in margin: illegible fruits illegible ripe yet 6 weeks ago illegible
whole country? was a sheet of snow 268 Audubon Notes wild sheep horns battered by fighting heard a mile says Provost?
- hunter. This easily approached Nature leaped as it were at her own marvels Speed of birds. Swallows 2 1/2 ms per minute
Wild pidgeons traveling 2, swans 2, wild turkeys 1 3/4 100s of times have I spoken to him quite loudly in the woods as I
looked on the silvery streams or the dense swamps or the noble Ohio or on Mtns loosing their peak in gray mists or illegible
silver He (W. Scott) might describe as no other man can the stream the swamp the river the mtn for the sake of future ages.
cant hence they will not be here as I see them. Nat will have been robbed of many brilliant charms, the rivers will be tormented?
and turned astray from their primitive courses, the hills leveled with the swamps the perhaps the swamps will have become
a mound surmounted by a fortress of a 1000 guns. Scarce a magnol will Louisiana possess, the horned deer will exist nowhere
fish no longer abound in the rivers, the Eagle scarce can alight these millions of lovely songsters will be driven away or
slain by man