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Passing into the loftier woods, we find them resounding with the loud proclamation of the Golden-Crowned Thrush, scheat, scheat, scheat, scheat, rising and growing louder in a vigorous way that rather suggests some great Woodpecker than such a tiny thing.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 59, September, 1862