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"The moon had disappeared from the night, and again, with a

lessened form, showed itself, while I still remained in the

forest. My sensations had by this time become distinct, and my

mind received every day additional ideas. My eyes became

accustomed to the light and to perceive objects in their right

forms; I distinguished the insect from the herb, and by degrees,

one herb from another. I found that the sparrow uttered none but

harsh notes, whilst those of the blackbird and thrush were sweet

and enticing.