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Title: Birds and nature
Year: 1900 (1900s)
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Subjects: Birds Natural history
Publisher: Chicago, Ill. : A.W. Mumford, Publisher
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Institution Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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led to do by this pervadingOversoul without much change throughthe ages. There is another theory thatmany of them possess self consciousintelligence for thought and actionwithin the limits of their necessities,perhaps more and better than our dimhuman eyes are capable of discerning.There is nothing in nature more forti-fying to this latter theory than the doingsof the Trap Door Spider, and theremay be thoughts and emotions in themicroscopic brain cells of the little landcrab which, if it could communicate themto us, would amaze us more than all itswonderful mechanical art. Anson C. Allen. THE CHRISTMAS ROSE. Among the mighty mountains A fair, white flower grows,Like the smile on the lips of a Titan, Tis the lovely Christmas rose. Braving the snows of their winter By the snow of its tender leaf,Tinged with the faintest purple, As joy is tinged with grief, Out of the buried summer Rises this child of bloom,As the Child of a love Divine In a weary world found room. —Cora Mae Crattv 222
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FROM COL. CHI. ACAO. SCIENCES. 41 SCREECH OWL.(Megascops asio),About ~\ Life-size. COPYRIGHT 19.10, BY A. W. MUMFORO, CHICAGO. THE SCREECH OWL. (Megascops asio.) The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold. This, as all of us know who have reallyseen the Owl, is purely a poetic fancy, apathetic fancy one might really say, fora particularly sensitive and sympatheticperson who had never seen what a snug,cozy-looking body the little Screech Owlis, but had heard through the night thatshivery cry of his, might waste a gooddeal of pity on the poor freezing creat-ure. Every night and morning down onthe Point I hear him shuddering as ifold-fashioned ague-chills were chasingeach other up and down his back-bone.These noises, made from the hollow inthe tree where he has his home, are notloud enough, however, to attract muchattention, and so long as the Owl in-dulges in them only, he can dwell inthe neighborhood a good while withoutadvertising his retreat. As a matter offact, we have few less obtru

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