. Wanderings of a naturalist . Young G re en shank : About to explore the world.. The Tail of the Storm. The Nesting of the Greenshank nesting birds. Not long afterwards a great forest fire sweptthe district. It passed perilously near, though not actuallyover, the haunt of the greenshank, and although we did notafterwards see the brood, we hoped that they escaped thetragic fate which had overtaken so many of the forestinhabitants. CHAPTER II A HILL PASS OF THE PYRENEES AN April morning at an altitude of 4,000 feet above sealevel. In the hollows the winters snow still lingered,■reflecting from

. Wanderings of a naturalist . Young G re en shank : About to explore the world.. The Tail of the Storm. The Nesting of the Greenshank nesting birds. Not long afterwards a great forest fire sweptthe district. It passed perilously near, though not actuallyover, the haunt of the greenshank, and although we did notafterwards see the brood, we hoped that they escaped thetragic fate which had overtaken so many of the forestinhabitants. CHAPTER II A HILL PASS OF THE PYRENEES AN April morning at an altitude of 4,000 feet above sealevel. In the hollows the winters snow still lingered,■reflecting from Stock Photo
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. Wanderings of a naturalist . Young G re en shank : About to explore the world.. The Tail of the Storm. The Nesting of the Greenshank nesting birds. Not long afterwards a great forest fire sweptthe district. It passed perilously near, though not actuallyover, the haunt of the greenshank, and although we did notafterwards see the brood, we hoped that they escaped thetragic fate which had overtaken so many of the forestinhabitants. CHAPTER II A HILL PASS OF THE PYRENEES AN April morning at an altitude of 4, 000 feet above sealevel. In the hollows the winters snow still lingered, ■reflecting from its surface the rays of the earlymorning sun, and even on the wind-swept slopes where thesnow had melted the grass was brown and devoid of thebeginnings of growth. Southward a giant corrie or cirque shut out all distant view, the rocks rising almost sheer to aheight of 9, 000 feet. It is down these rocks that during themonths of summer a hill burn falls in a white cascade, blownto and fro by the mountain winds. Now its waters werefirmly held in the grip of the frost and the c