. Die Vögel von Washington: Eine vollständige, wissenschaftliche und populäre Konto der 372 Vogelarten in dem Staat gefunden. -anspruchsvolle Wurm, während andere ihre Freude aus dem Zaun-Pfosten, der Giebel, der Baumspitze, wo-wo. Überall sind in-terjections der Freude, quietschend und Pfeifen der glühenden Seelen, und noend der Glückwünsche über theHome-coming gehört. Robin hat sein Los vor uns geworfen, zum Besseren oder zum Schlechteren. Unsere Rasenflächen sind seine Rasenflächen, unsere Schattenbaumwurden zweckmäßig aufgestellt, um hishomely Schlammbecher zu halten, und er hat mit herzhaftem guten Willen die usical Anweisung unserer Kinder untergenommen.

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. The birds of Washington : a complete, scientific and popular account of the 372 species of birds found in the state . -sophisticated worm, while othersvoice their gladness from the fence-post, the gable, the tree-top, any-where. Everywhere are heard in-terjections of delight, squeechingsand pipings of ardent souls, and noend of congratulations over thehome-coming. Robin has cast in his lot withours, for better or for worse. Ourlawns are his lawns, our shade-treeswere set on purpose to hold hishomely mud-cup, and he has under-taken with hearty good will themusical instruction of our children.He serves without pay—Oh, acherry now and then, but what of that ? The fruit-growtr never had a moreuseful hired man; and it is written: Thou shalt not muzzle the ox thattrcadeth out the corn. I wonder if we realize how much of lifes good cheerand fond enspiriting we owe to this familiar bird. Near the close of a burning day in the desert, we drew near to a littleranch where a bravery of green, supported by a windmill and a tiny trickle ofwater, defied the engulfing waste of sand and sage. It seemed to me that I. n Oregov. PJwto by IV. LB.ACK l-ROM M.XRKKT. l-intcy. 244 THE WESTERN ROBIN? Ii.id iRvcr srcii aiiytliiiig more patliclic tliaii tlie stiiljlK)rn faitli of tlic man whohad (Iriamcil f rearing a home amidst such desolation. How could a man beha|)|>y here? and how ilare he bring a wife and tender children to sharesuch a forlorn iiope? Wiiy. tiie wilderness around had raised nothing butsage-brush and jack-rabbits for countless millenniums; but here in this tinyoasis were locust trees and poplars. .d here, as the .sun sank low in the West, a Roi)in burst into song. The nearest human neigiibor was miles away, andthe nearest timi)er further. Vet here was this iKJine-loving Robin, this re-incarnation of childhoods friend, pouring out in tiie familiar cadence of oUlhis tiianksgiv ing for shelter an<l food, his praise for joy of life and gladnessto the Almighty, who is F

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