chin

    doors as be, even in t her.

    t;An abode  birds is like a meat

    seasoning.quot;  Suc my abode, for I found myself suddenly

    neigo t by  having

    caged myself near t only nearer to some of those

    to those

    smaller and more ters of t which never, or

    rarely, serenade a villager -- the

    scarlet tanager, the whip-poor-will, and many

    others.

    I ed by t a mile and a

    , in

    t of an extensive  town and Lincoln, and

    about t our only field knoo fame, Concord

    Battle Ground; but I  te

    s, covered h wood, was my

    most distant  week, w on

    t impressed me like a tarn he side of a

    mountain, its bottom far above ther lakes, and, as

    t ts nig,

    and s soft ripples or its smooth

    reflecting surface was revealed, ws, like gs, were

    stealtion into t the

    breaking up of some nocturnal conventicle.  to

    rees later into the sides

    of mountains.

    t value as a neigervals

    of a gentle rain-storm in August, wer being

    perfectly still, but t, mid-afternoon he

    serenity of evening, and thrush sang around, and was heard

    from so s

    sucime; and tion of t being,

    ser, full of light and

    reflections, becomes a lower self so muche more

    important.  From a op near by, whe wood had been

    recently cut off, ta southe

    pond, tation in the shore

    te sides sloping toward eacher

    s