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Louisiana tanager. _Piranga ludoviciana._
Green-tailed towhee. _Pipilo chlorurus._
Magpie. _Pica pica hudsonica._

XIX. THE SECRET OF THE WILD ROSE PATH 231

Long-tailed chat. _Icteria virens longicauda._
Western robin. _Merula migratoria propinqua._
Black-headed grosbeak. _Habia melanocephala._

XX. ON THE LAWN 259

Lazuli-painted finch. _Passerina amoena._
Broad-tailed humming-bird. _Trochilus platycercus._
House sparrow. _Passer domesticus._

IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS.

Trust me, 't is something to be cast
Face to face with one's self at last,
To be taken out of the fuss and strife,
The endless clatter of plate and knife,
The bore of books, and the bores of the street,
From the singular mess we agree to call Life.

* * * * *

And to be set down on one's own two feet
So nigh to the great warm heart of God,
You almost seem to feel it beat
Down from the sunshine and up from the sod;
To be compelled, as it were, to notice
All the beautiful changes and chances
Through which the landscape flits and glances,
And to see how the face of common day
Is written all over with tender histories.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

A BIRD-LOVER IN THE WEST.

I.

CAMPING IN COLORADO.

This chronicle of happy summer days with the birds and the flowers, at
the foot of the Rocky Mountains, begins in the month of May, in the year
eighteen hundred and ninety-two.

As my train rolled quietly out of Jersey City late at night, I uttered a
sigh of gratitude that I was really off; that at last I could rest. Up
to the final moment I had been hurried and worried, but the instant I
was alone, with my "section" to myself, I "took myself in hand," as is
my custom.

At the risk of seeming to stray very far from my subject, I want at this
point to say something about rest, the greatly desired state that all
busy workers are seeking, with such varying success.

A really re-creative recreation I sought for years, and

"I've found some wisdom in my quest
That's richly worth retailing,"

and that cannot be too often repeated, or too urgently insisted upon.
What is imperatively needed, the sole and simple secret of rest, is
this: To go to our blessed mother Nature, and to go wit