. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . I had seen from the carwindows flocks of buzzards frequenting dumping-groundsand similar places in the environs. And when I had occasionto stay for several days in one of them — Charleston it was —I had the chance of my life to study buzzards. Fortunately,too, it was mainly the Black Buzzard, the kind less familiarto me. Right in the heart of the city, the great black fel-lows visit the market. They sit in rows upon the adjoininghouses, or upon the market buildings themselves. Presentlyon
. Wild wings; adventures of a camera-hunter among the larger wild birds of North America on sea and land . I had seen from the carwindows flocks of buzzards frequenting dumping-groundsand similar places in the environs. And when I had occasionto stay for several days in one of them — Charleston it was —I had the chance of my life to study buzzards. Fortunately,too, it was mainly the Black Buzzard, the kind less familiarto me. Right in the heart of the city, the great black fel-lows visit the market. They sit in rows upon the adjoininghouses, or upon the market buildings themselves. Presentlyone of the market-men, after serving a customer, throws thescraps he has cut off into the paved street. Instantly there isthe greatest imaginable flapping of wings and such a scurry-ing. Great birds by the score tumble pell-mell into the street,and laying hold upon the choice morsels, a number at a time,tug and haul, until the strongest gets the prize. Meanwhilewe stand within a few feet and laugh. Then they lingeraround and wait to see if more will not be forthcoming, or SCAVENGERS OF THE SOUTH 113. BLACK VULTURES, THE FENCES OF THE SLAUGHTER-PENS WEREFAIRLY BLACK ^\ITH THEM Stalk about with dignified air as thougii they owned every-thing and were indeed Charlestons leading citizens. But the great place to see the sport is at the city dump andslaughter-pens, out in the suburbs. One afternoon, carryinga big camera, and with a young lady cousin, I tooka trolley, and told the conductor to let us off at the city look of incredulity and scorn in the mans face wassomething that nearly convulsed me with laughter. Hemerelv gave me a surly grunt, and when we reached whatwas evidently the place, made no motion to stop. He finallyhad to, and we got out with great deliberation and dignity,the passengers all craning their necks to take in this newwonder. Perhaps they thought I was a Federal inspectorinvestigating the sanitation of their city — or an escapedlunatic. Mod
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