When the female is on her nest the male woodcock flies straight up into the sky, folds his wings and falls down through the air, coming down within a foot or two of the nest from which he ascended, pouring out a beautiful song, which he never sings at any other time.
Hoar describes the unique and beautiful mating display of the male woodcock, showcasing its remarkable behavior.
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I am afraid they have of late yielded for a time to one strong temptation and missed an opportunity for still greater glory, that never will come back.
To yield to him was never the way to win his good will.
This Treaty would make us a vulgar, common place empire, controlling subject races and vassal states, in which one class must forever rule and other classes forever obey.
And now, after the war, another enemy, unarmed, but bringing even greater danger, menaces the Republic.
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