(Morse's Mill) and the thought of its being an Ongel did not seem to me as I had never heard Their song Just across the brooks was a stick rock wall and the sound reflected from it mingled with the purting of the brook was deliciously sweet all the more so as it was a very pleasant afternoon. The shot songs were rivaled and repeated with short pauses between and sounded at first as if They were imitations but I soon came to the conclusion that they were original. They were so low that they were not audible more than a couple hundred yards at most. The shot worried the bird in the meek