. Stories about birds, with pictures to match . on his favorite tree—Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the glen, nor in the wood vi^as he. A few days afterward, passing along the edgeof the rocks, I found fragments of the wingsand broken feathers of a wood thrush, killedby a hawk, which I contemplated with un-feigned regret, and not without a determinationto retaliate on the first of these murdererswhom I should meet with. Mr. Audubon says of the song of the woodthrush, Although it is composed of but fewnotes, it is so powerful, distinct, clear, andmellow, that it is impossible for
. Stories about birds, with pictures to match . on his favorite tree—Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the glen, nor in the wood vi^as he. A few days afterward, passing along the edgeof the rocks, I found fragments of the wingsand broken feathers of a wood thrush, killedby a hawk, which I contemplated with un-feigned regret, and not without a determinationto retaliate on the first of these murdererswhom I should meet with. Mr. Audubon says of the song of the woodthrush, Although it is composed of but fewnotes, it is so powerful, distinct, clear, andmellow, that it is impossible for any one tohear it without being struck with the effectAvhich it produces on the mind. I do not STOEIES ABOUT BIRDS. 293 know to what instrumental sounds to comparethese notes, for I really know none which areso melodious. They gradually rise in strength,and then fall in gentle cadence, becoming atlength so low as to be scarcely audible. Soyou see that I am not the only one who hascome pretty near being charmed by the songof the wood 25* 29-i STOEIES ABOUT BIRDS. €^t %\lt
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