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Title: Bird-land echoes;
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Abbott, Charles C. (Charles Conrad), 1843-1919
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Philadelphia, J.B. Lippincott Company
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there a congenial home. There is a fixedness ofpurpose about them that enables you to anticipatetheir presence to some degree, and you are neverlikely to be wholly disappointed. If it is not one The Inspiring Sparrows. 55 species it will be another. You might as well try-to cut the hours from a day as to take the spar-rows from the morning. These birds are just suffi-ciently methodical to be comprehensible, but havenothing of the mechanical about them, as one mightsuppose from all ancient and some modern ornitho-logical literature. Sparrows, as a class, are dear,delightful birds that make you contented even if yousee nothing but themselves ; for whether it be asong-sparrow or a cardinal, a rose-breasted grosbeakor a homely little ** chippy, it has made your rambleworth all the exertion. If not, I have nothing moreto say. **But there are many more sparrows about herethan have been mentioned ; what of them? I hearsome one remark. True, and there are many books to tell you allabout them.
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CHAPTER 11. WAITING FOR WARBLERS. THERE are days in every year that are all tooshort and others that are immeasurably drawnout Of the latter class is the April day when wetake our initial outing for a set purpose and spendlong hours waiting for warblers. All through theprevious night the moon had made plain the familiarmigratory route, and the last trace of the Marchwinds had been smothered by the sweets of swellingblossoms. Early violets and the lilacs are now readyto welcome the expected guests, and surely theymust be near at hand ; but somehow they do notcome. Never, it may be, were the thickets in suchfine disorder, and the April sunshine has warmed thedead grasses of last year until the air above themquivers ; but not even the flirt-tails, those speckled,red-polled warblers that always get here ahead oftheir cousins, will come. We wait all day fornothing, and go home both tired and discouraged ;but we were ahead of time, and not the birds. To-morrow was the appointed time, but we

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