Identifier: birdsnature11905chic (
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Birds and natureYear:
1900 (
1900s)Authors: Subjects:
Birds Natural historyPublisher:
Chicago, Ill. : A.W. Mumford, PublisherContributing Library:
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view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.Text Appearing Before Image:mp to pour forth his morn-ing song. Some mornings I found himbusy with his music when I arrived, andagain he would be a few minutes behindme. Sometimes he would come from onedirection, sometimes from another, buthe always alighted at the same spot andthen lost no time in commencing hissong. While singing, the body wasswayed to and fro, much after the man-ner of a canary while singing. The songwould last for perhaps half an hour, andthen away the singer would go. I havenot enough musical ability to describe thesong, but will say that often I remainedstanding quietly for a long time, only thatI might listen to the music. The tanagers are an American family,having arboreal habits, and they usual-ly possess very brilliant plumage. Thefamily is represented by about three hun-dred and fifty species, nearly all of whichlive in the tropics where they wanderthrough the forests in search of ripefruits and insects. Some of the tanagersare said to be fond of rice and to con-sume large quantities.Text Appearing After Image:RED-RUM FED TAN ACER. Life size.(Ramphocoelus costaricensis). COPYRIGHT 1900, BY A. W. MUMFORD, CHiCAGO AMONG THE TREES. THE PINE TREE. Oh ye who love to overhang the springs, And stand by running waters; ye whose boughs Make beautiful the rocks over which they play, Who pile with foliage the great hills, and rear A paradise upon the lonely plain. Trees of the forest, and the open field ! Have ye no sense of being? Does the air, The pure air, which I breathe with gladness, pass In gushes oer your delicate lungs, your leaves. All unenjoyed? When on your winters sleep The sun shines warm, have ye no dreams of Spring? —William Cullen Bryant. Mabel was seated beneath the low-growing branches of a pine tree, on thebank of a river. Numerous other treeswere growing at some little distance. Thebirds were flitting about and filling theair with their music, and she could hearthe liquid notes of the oriole and catchglimpses of his brilliant plumage. Shecould hear the gentle murmur of thewaterNote About Images Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original work.