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Show CAMPERS HEAR SWEET SONGS Nature's Own Warblers Make Cheer for Those Who Appreciate the Charm of the Wood. As wo chose our momentary cnmplng plnco under n buttonwood tree, from out nn exuberant swnmp of yellow water wa-ter lilies nnd the renrlng sword blades of the coming cat tall, n swnmp blackbird black-bird on his glossy black, orange-tipped wings, Hung us defiance with his long, keen, full, snucy noto; nnd us wo snt down under our buttonwood nnd spread upon the swnrd our pastoral meal, the veery thrush sadder nnd stranger than any nightingale played for us, unseen, on nn Instrument like those old water organs played on by the flow nnd ebb of the tide. . . . But when tho veery had flown . . . two song bparrowB camo to persuade per-suade us with their blithe melody that life was worth living, after nil; nnd cheerful little domestic birds, like the Jenny wren and tho chipping spin-row, pecked nbout nnd put In between whiles their little chit-chat across tho boughs, while the bobolink called to us like n comrade, and the phoebe bird gnve us a series of imitations. Richard Rich-ard Lo Galllenne. |