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when the three baby kingbirds opened their eyes to the June sunlight.Three weeks I had watched, if I had not assisted at, the rocking oftheir cradle, followed day by day the patient brooding, and carefullynoted the manners and customs of the owners thereof. At last my longvigil was rewarded. It was near the end of a lovely June day, when Junedays were nearly over, that there appeared a gentle excitement in thekingbird family. The faithful sitter arose, with a peculiar cry thatbrought her mate at once to her side, and both looked eagerly togetherinto the nest that held their hopes. Once or twice the little dameleaned over and made some arrangements within, and then suddenly sheslipped back into her place, and her spouse flew away. But something hadhappened, it was plain to see; for from that moment she did not[Pg 20] sit soclosely, her mate showed unusual interest in the nest, and both of themoften stood upon the edge at the same time. That day was doubtless thebirthday of the first little king.
The peculiarity of that particular corner of nature's handiwork was thatany way you went you had to climb, except east, where you might roll ifyou chose; in fact, you could hardly do otherwise. The first day of myhunt I started west. I climbed a hill devoted to pasture, passed throughthe bars, and faced my mountain. It presented a compact front ofspruce-trees closely interlaced at the ground, and of course impassable.But a way opened in the midst, the path of a mountain brook, desertednow and dry. I[Pg 78] sought an alpenstock. I abandoned all impedimenta. Istarted up that stony path escorted on each side by a close rank ofspruce. It was exceedingly steep, for the way of a brook on thismountain-side is a constant succession of falls. I scrambled over rocks;I stumbled on rolling stones; I "caught" on twigs and dead branches; Icrept under fallen tree trunks; the way grew darker and more winding.How merrily had the water rushed down this path, so hard to go up! Howeasy for it to do so again! Nothing seemed so natural. I began to lookand listen for it.
I sat on the low-growing limb of a tree, and was rocked by the windoutside. I forgot my object. What did it matter that I should find mybluejay? Was it worth while to go on? Was anything worth while, indeed,except to dream and muse, lulled by the music of the "laughing water"?Ah! if one were a poet!
But I knew the way up the brookside. I went down the road to the bars,crossed the water on stepping-stones, and in a few minutes entered acow-path that wandered up beside the stream. All was quiet; the youngthrush no doubt had been hushed. They were waiting for me to pass by, asI often did, for that was a common walk of mine. On this log I sat oneday to watch a woodchuck; a little further on was the rock from which Ihad peeped into a robin's nest, where one egg had been alone a week, andI never saw a robin near it.
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