If Nature has a pine or an oak wood to produce, she manifests no haste about it. Possibly here, a thousand years hence, every oak will know the human hand that planted it. I see in the Boston Journal an account of robins in numbers on the savin trees in that neighborhood, feeding on their berries. This suggests that they may plant its berries as well as the crows. More snow last night, and still the first that fell remains on the ground.
Rice thinks that it is two feet deep on a level now.
We have had no thaw yet. He thinks he has seen one of these jays stow away somewhere, without swallowing, as many as a dozen grains of corn, for, after picking it up, it will fly up into a tree near by and deposit so many successively in different crevices before it descends.