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Updated: June 25, 2025
"It was a pleasant life, and I was very happy among the birds in our little village. Would you like to hear a song I used to sing at that time? It is all about the birds and bees and flowers." "Do sing it for us," cried every one. Herr Abel had a good voice and they listened with pleasure to his song. This is the first stanza: "I have been on the mountain That the song-birds love best.
Best's song-birds were noisily twittering about Pierce; Best himself was congratulating the young man upon his ability to swim, when Laure spoke, sharply, imperiously: "Somebody find his dry things, quickly. And you, Morris, get your whisky." While one of the men ran for Pierce's duffle-bag, Best came hurrying with a bottle which he proffered to Pierce.
When the New York Zoological Society began work on its Park in 1899, the northern half of the Borough of the Bronx was a regular daily hunting-ground for the slaughter of song-birds, and all other birds that could be found. Every Sunday it was "bangetty!" "bang!" from Pelham Bay to Van Cortlandt.
I forget the Voice that cried 'Sleep no more! and Poetry seems to me to have spoken her final word in what you would perhaps call trivialities about the Cold Clear Spring or the White Foam Rapid: she seems to me to have accomplished all she can in such bits of childlike detachment and wonder as this: "The song-birds, the pleasure-seekers, have flown long since; but this lonely cloud floats on, drifting round in a circle.
She taught us not to kill or maim song-birds, but said that we could kill and eat field mice or little blind moles, although we never saw any of them. She warned us that bees and wasps were too heating to the blood, and not to eat them, but if very hungry, a grass-hopper was not to be sneezed at; positively no toads, however.
The song-birds of summer had gone, but the crickets were merrily chirping around them; flowers were fading, but fruits were ripening. Slowly they walked the winding paths, stopping at times to gaze upon the clouds, silver-lined, in the bright light of the full-orbed moon. "I shall not soon forget this quiet evening with you, Mr. Walden, nor the words you have spoken.
"That killing song-birds for food," continues Dr. Bishop, "is not confined to the poor Italians I learned on October 27, when one of the most prominent and wealthy Italian ornithologists a delightful man told me he had shot 180 skylarks and pipits the day before, and that his family liked them far better than other game.
A neighbor of mine killed a black snake which had swallowed a full-grown red squirrel, probably captured by the same power of fascination. The life of the birds, especially of our migratory song-birds, is a series of adventures and of hair-breadth escapes by flood and field. Very few of them probably die a natural death, or even live out half their appointed days.
Barrington, Daines, on the language of birds; on the clucking of the hen; on the object of the song of birds; on the singing of female birds; on birds acquiring the songs of other birds; on the muscles of the larynx in song-birds; on the want of the power of song by female birds. Barrow, on the widow-bird. Bartels, Dr., supernumerary mammae in men.
Do you see it sometimes?" "I did, once. I am going to subscribe for it. Anyhow, the poem belies itself. It shows that your harp has not fallen silent." He smiled, flushed with satisfaction, like a shy schoolboy, and proceeded to recite another Hebrew poem: "Most song-birds do not sing in captivity. I was once a song-bird, but America is my cage. It is not my home. My song is gone."
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