SCENIC AND TEXT ILLUSTRATIONS

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[White-Crowned Sparrows] ("Their grass-lined nests by the babbling mountain brook") [21]
[Turtle Doves] ("Darting across the turbulent stream") [44]
[Pipits] ("Te-cheer! te-cheer!") [50]
[Pipits] ("Up over the Bottomless Pit") [51]
[White-Crowned Sparrow] ("Dear Whittier") [55]
[Ruby-Crowned Kinglet] ("The singer elevated his crest feathers") [65]
[Desert Horned Larks] ("They were plentiful in this parched region") [84]
[Horned Lark] ("It was a dear little thing") [88]
[Coyote] ("Looking back to see whether he were being pursued") [100]
[One of the Seven Lakes] [105]
[Summit of Pike's Peak] [111]
"[Pike's Peak in Cloudland]" [114]
[Cliff-Swallows] ("On the rugged face of a cliff") [118]
[Royal Gorge] [123]
[Pine Siskins] [128]
[Willow Thrush] [136]
[Brewer's Blackbirds] ("An interesting place for bird study") [139]
[Yellow-Headed Blackbirds] ("There the youngsters perched") [142]
"[From their place among the reeds]" [146]
[The Rocky Mountain Jay] ("Seeking a covert in the dense pineries when a storm sweeps down from the mountains") [152]
[Rainbow Falls] [165]
[Water-Ousel] ("Up, up, only a few inches from the dashing current") [167]
[Water-Ousel] ("Three hungry mouths which were opened wide to receive the food") [171]
"[No snowstorm can discourage him]" [174]
"[The dark doorway]" [179]
[Song Sparrow] ("His songs are bubbling over still with melody and glee") [194]
[Clear Creek Valley] [201]
[Western Robin] ("Out-pouring joy") [207]
[Red-Naped Sapsuckers] ("Chiselling grubs out of the bark") [211]
[Pigeon Hawk] ("Watching for quarry") [214]
"[Solo singing in the thrush realm]" [218]
[Gray's and Torrey's Peaks] [245]
[Panorama from Gray's Peak—Northwest] [249]
[Thistle Butterfly] [252]
[Western White] [252]
[Junco] ("Under a roof of green grass") [255]
[South Park from Kenosha Hill] [265]
[Magpie and Western Robins] ("They were hot on his trail") [271]
[Violet-green Swallow] ("Squatted on the dusty road and took a sun-bath") [279]

"'What bird is that? Its song is good,'

And eager eyes

Go peering through the dusky wood

In glad surprise;

Then late at night when by his fire

The traveller sits,

Watching the flame grow brighter, higher,

The sweet song flits

By snatches through his weary brain

To help him rest."

Helen Hunt Jackson: The Way to Sing.