. Fowls of the air . ALL the wild birds that still hauntour remaining solitudes, the ruffedgrouse — the patridge of our youngerdays — is perhaps the wildest, the most alert,the most suggestive of the primeval wilder-ness that we have lost. You enter the woodsfrom the hillside pasture, lounging a momenton the old gray fence to note the play oflight and shadow on the birch bolls. Youreye lingers restfully on the wonderful mixtureof soft colors that no brush has ever yet imi-tated, the rich old gold of autumn tapestries,the glimmering gray-green of the moulderingstump that the fungi have painted.
. Fowls of the air . ALL the wild birds that still hauntour remaining solitudes, the ruffedgrouse — the patridge of our youngerdays — is perhaps the wildest, the most alert,the most suggestive of the primeval wilder-ness that we have lost. You enter the woodsfrom the hillside pasture, lounging a momenton the old gray fence to note the play oflight and shadow on the birch bolls. Youreye lingers restfully on the wonderful mixtureof soft colors that no brush has ever yet imi-tated, the rich old gold of autumn tapestries,the glimmering gray-green of the moulderingstump that the fungi have painted. What a giant that tree must have been, generationsago, in its days of strength; how puny thec9J5c O/Seec/i birches that now grow out of its roots! You^Th^/vd^e remember the great canoe birches by the5^^ wilderness river, whiter than the little tent that nestled beneath them, their wide barkbanners waving in the wind, soft as theflutter of owls wings that swept amongthem, shadow-like, in the twilight. A vagueregr
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