Breast of scarlet, throat of yellow, Raucous challenge, wooings mellow- Every migrant is my fellow, Making northward with the Spring.
"The New North"
Agnes Deans Cameron
Let me explain, also, that when I call the brown creeper a silent migrant I am not unaware that others beside myself, and more than myself, have heard him sing while traveling.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey
The railroad outran the settler and "beckoned him on," just as the coureur de bois outran the slower-going migrant and beckoned him on to ever new frontiers.
"The French in the Heart of America"
John Finley