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| ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. | ||
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| Vol. XII. | NOVEMBER, 1902. | No. 4. |
CONTENTS.
- NOVEMBER. 145
- THE PILEATED WOODPECKER. (Ceophloeus pileatus.) 146
- SABBATH BY THE LAKE. 149
- “HAMMOCK STORIES.” MRS. FIG TREE’S FAMILY HISTORY. 150
- BUILDING FOR BIRD TENANTS. 152
- THE LIGHT OF THE LEAVES. 152
- THE STARLING. (Sturnus vulgaris.) 155
- NOVEMBER. 157
- THE ARKANSAS GOLDFINCH. (Spinus psaltria.) 158
- TRAGEDY IN BIRD LIFE. 161
- THE LIFE OF AIRY WINGS. 162
- THE CELESTIAL BIRD. 164
- THE BLACK-BELLIED PLOVER. (Charadrius squatarola.) 167
- SOME BIRD WONDERS. 168
- THE DIAMOND. 170
- INDIAN SUMMER. 176
- THE HORNED TOADS. 179
- DOWN IN DIXIE-LAND. 180
- MY BAT. 181
- THE ATLAS MOTH. (Attacus atlas.) 182
- A BUTTERFLY. 182
- WHEN BILLIE CAME BACK. 185
- BEAUTIFUL VINES TO BE FOUND IN OUR WILD WOODS. II. 186
- COMPTIE. 187
- THE RIVER PATH. 188
- EGG PLANT. (Solanum esculentum L.) 191
- There comes, from yonder height 191
- A MYSTERY. 192
NOVEMBER.
When thistle-blows do lightly float
About the pasture-height,
And shrills the hawk a parting note,
And creeps the frost at night,
Then hilly ho! though singing so,
And whistle as I may,
There comes again the old heart pain
Through all the livelong day.
In high wind creaks the leafless tree
And nods the fading fern:
The knolls are dun as snow-clouds be,
And cold the sun does burn.
The ho, hollo! though calling so,
I cannot keep it down;
The tears arise unto my eyes,
And thoughts are chill and brown.
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