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 White-Crowned Sparrows ("Their grass-lined nests by the babbling mountain brook") 21

 Turtle Doves ("Darting across the turbulent stream") 44

 Pipits ("Te-cheer! te-cheer!") 50

 Pipits ("Up over the Bottomless Pit") 51

 White-Crowned Sparrow ("Dear Whittier") 55

 Ruby-Crowned Kinglet ("The singer elevated his crest feathers") 65

 Desert Horned Larks ("They were plentiful in this parched region") 84

 Horned Lark ("It was a dear little thing") 88

 Coyote ("Looking back to see whether he were being pursued") 100

 One of the Seven Lakes 105

 Summit of Pike's Peak 111

 "Pike's Peak in Cloudland" 114

 Cliff-Swallows ("On the rugged face of a cliff") 118

 Royal Gorge 123

 Pine Siskins 128

 Willow Thrush 136

 Brewer's Blackbirds ("An interesting place for bird study") 139

 Yellow-Headed Blackbirds ("There the youngsters perched") 142

 "From their place among the reeds" 146

 The Rocky Mountain Jay ("Seeking a covert in the dense pineries when a storm sweeps down from the mountains") 152

 Rainbow Falls 165

 Water-Ousel ("Up, up, only a few inches from the dashing current") 167

 Water-Ousel ("Three hungry mouths which were opened wide to receive the food") 171

 "No snowstorm can discourage him" 174

 "The dark doorway" 179

 Song Sparrow ("His songs are bubbling over still with melody and glee") 194

 Clear Creek Valley 201

 Western Robin ("Out-pouring joy") 207

 Red-Naped Sapsuckers ("Chiselling grubs out of the bark") 211

 Pigeon Hawk ("Watching for quarry") 214

 "Solo singing in the thrush realm" 218

 Gray's and Torrey's Peaks 245

 Panorama from Gray's Peak—Northwest 249

 Thistle Butterfly 252

 Western White 252

 Junco ("Under a roof of green grass") 255

 South Park from Kenosha Hill 265

 Magpie and Western Robins ("They were hot on his trail") 271

 Violet-green Swallow ("Squatted on the dusty road and took a sun-bath") 279

"'What bird is that? Its song is good,'

And eager eyes

Go peering through the dusky wood

In glad surprise;

Then late at night when by his fire

The traveller sits,

Watching the flame grow brighter, higher,

The sweet song flits

By snatches through his weary brain

To help him rest."

Helen Hunt Jackson: The Way to Sing.