This is your opportunity." "Does the Creeper stay here all summer ?" asked Nat.

"And doesn't he sing a song like the other birds when he makes his nest ?" "He is not a Citizen hereabouts; he likes a cooler climate and makes his home near and across the northern border of the United States.

We shall see him in the autumn, when he has become a wanderer through the country.

If the trees are not coated with ice, a little flock may stay here all winter, while others drift further south." "Then we shan't hear him sing or see his nest--have you ever seen it, Uncle Roy ?" "Yes, my boy, and it was the beauty of his little song that made me stop one day, in going through an old pine wood, and search for the singer.
The song was very strange and wild, unlike any other I had ever heard.
As my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, I saw that my old friend, the Brown Creeper, was the musician.

At the same time he flew to one of the pine trees and seemed to disappear inside of it.