In Bird Land

BY LEANDER S. KEYSER
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? Ralph Waldo Emerson: Forbearance
Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then, as I am listening now! Percy B. Shelley: To a Skylark
CHICAGO A. C. McCLURG AND COMPANY 1894
Copyright By A. C. McClurg and Co. A.D. 1894
The articles comprising this volume having been previously published in various periodicals of the country, I would desire to tender my grateful acknowledgments to the several publishers and editors for their uniform courtesy in permitting me to reprint the papers. My observations on birds have been made, except when otherwise indicated, in various haunts in and about Springfield, Ohio,—a region well adapted for ornithological research or pastime. L. S. K.
August, 1894.
This way would I also sing,
My dear little hillside neighbor!
A tender carol of peace to bring
To the sunburnt fields of labor
Is better than making a loud ado;