. American ornithology, for home and school . r she sits;And beside her the Ouzel, the Kingfisher flits:There supreme in her beauty, beside the full urn,In the shade of the rock, stands the tall lady fern. Edwin Lees. INDIANS. WITCHES, AND MARTHA MATILDAS WIG. John Eagle-feather Mas on the war-path. Beneath the tall ash by thebrook, in a thicket of elders, willows and spice-bush, was the Indian encamp-ment. To be sure, there was but one tiny tent to be seen, and its canvas coveringlooked very much like the old sheet which but yesterday had served for a sailto a proud vessel (made of old boards
. American ornithology, for home and school . r she sits;And beside her the Ouzel, the Kingfisher flits:There supreme in her beauty, beside the full urn,In the shade of the rock, stands the tall lady fern. Edwin Lees. INDIANS. WITCHES, AND MARTHA MATILDAS WIG. John Eagle-feather Mas on the war-path. Beneath the tall ash by thebrook, in a thicket of elders, willows and spice-bush, was the Indian encamp-ment. To be sure, there was but one tiny tent to be seen, and its canvas coveringlooked very much like the old sheet which but yesterday had served for a sailto a proud vessel (made of old boards) which sailed the deep, blue—brook;the totem pole before the doorway bore a strong resemblance to an oldbedpost, although covered with strange hieroglyphics. With the help ofsisters paint box, some eagle feathers—saved from the Thanksgiving tur-key—and a dilapidated couch cover of gay colors, Johnny Blake had becomea fierce Indian brave. His sister Dorothy, arrayed in her scarlet bathrobe and a bead necklace, 142 AMERIOAX Photo by C. A. Reed. Thrasher Feedixg Her Young. her black hair flying in the wind, made an attractive Pocahontas, and hadfor the fifth time that afternoon risked life to save John Smith from thetin tomahawk of a bloodthirsty savage. John Eagle-feather was tired, and. I am afraid, a bit cross, so when Dor-othy came into camp riding upon a broomstick, and claimed the blackkettle which swung from three crossed sticks, for a witchs caldron, hisvoice became as harsh as that of a bird clad all in grey, which called to themfrom the alders Nay! N-a-r-y! as he refused to play anything but In-dian. A Maryland Yellow-throat on a grape vine swing, looked out through hisblack spectacles and tried to plead Dorothys cause, callings witch-ery!witch-ery! witch-ery ! But the disagreement lasted till it became a quarrel,and Dorothy sought the hammock and her favorite book, and John was leftto play by himself. He found it pretty dull. and soon sallied forth
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