...hearts like thine in special charge." No wonder that Emerson said of him : "There was this atom in lull breath Hurling defiance at vast death, This scrap...valor just for play Fronts the north wind in waistcoat grey.'' A most sociable and fearless little creature is this dweller of the thicket, the underwood,...

...birds brave enough to stay with us in winter weather, you will probably like the chickadee best. " This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north wind in waistcoat grey." Fig. 1. — Chickadee. TT , , He is so cheery all the time that we know he loves the " snow-choked...

...birds brave enough to stay with us in winter weather, you will probably like the chickadee best. " This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north wind in waistcoat grey." He is so cheery all the snow-choked wood." " Chick-aFig. 1 . — Chickadee. time that we know...

...feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death ; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior ; I greeted loud my little savior, '...

...feathered lord of land; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior; I greeted loud my little savior, 'You...

...feathered lord of land; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior; I greeted loud my little savior, 'You...

...feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...death ; This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior ; I greeted loud my little savior, '...

...feathered lord of land ; Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand, Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Prints his small impress on the snow, Shows feats...the spray. ,» Here was this atom in full breath, ' You pet ! what dost here ? and what for ? In these woods, thy small Labrador, At this pinch, wee...

...makes himself at home in the dooryards of New England farm-houses, the one of whom Emerson wrote, — " This scrap of valor just for play Fronts the north...waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behavior." He gets his name, of course, from his rather squeaky and harsh call-notes; every child knows them,...

...the spray. Here was this atom in full breath, Hurling defiance at vast death ; This scrap of valour just for play Fronts the north- wind in waistcoat gray, As if to shame my weak behaviour ; I greeted loud my little saviour, " You pet ! what dost here ? and what for ? In these...