And sang for his bride as she fashioned her nest;
But Toxaway’s[5] rival gave forth the echo,
“Kid-dów, Kid-dów, Kid-dów!”
Now list to the out-flow from the topmost tree,
Coming down from the Thrasher in perfect frenzy;
The birds and I marvelled as he swept on alone,
Now high, and now low, now a thrilled overtone.
THRASHER’S ADMIRATION.
Photo by Author.
And lo! just then,