If the hostility to the owls of the court house were to stop, if the caged birds were to be put back with their relatives, if the nocturnal gunners were to relent, would the remaining birds continue to add an interest to the public buildings by remaining there for the future as the guests of the town? Would the citizens of Doylestown, by degrees, become interested in the pathetic fact of the birds' presence, and grow proud of their remarkable choice of sanctuary, as Dutch towns are proud of their storks? To us, the answer to these questions, with its hope of enlightenment, seems to lie in the hands of the mothers, of the teachers of Sunday schools, and of the ministers.
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| FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES. 5-99 | GRINNELL'S WATER THRUSH. Life-size. | COPYRIGHT 1899, NATURE STUDY PUB. CO., CHICAGO. |
THE WATER THRUSH.
C. C. MARBLE.
I never see a skylark fly
Straight upward, singing, to the sky,
Or hear the bobolink's glad note