. American ornithology for the home and school . unceasing cries ofthe captured bird. I took a lane which ran along the edge of the wood,but my friend, more familiar with the location, turned into a by-pathand the Hawk, hearing the noise of his approach, flew up and abandoned AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 235 its prey. The Jay immediately ceased its cries and, although apparent-ly badly injured, managed to escape into the thick undergrowth. After we had returned and resumed our seats on the piazza we sud-denly discovered that something was missing which had helped tomake up the beauty and glory of the
. American ornithology for the home and school . unceasing cries ofthe captured bird. I took a lane which ran along the edge of the wood,but my friend, more familiar with the location, turned into a by-pathand the Hawk, hearing the noise of his approach, flew up and abandoned AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 235 its prey. The Jay immediately ceased its cries and, although apparent-ly badly injured, managed to escape into the thick undergrowth. After we had returned and resumed our seats on the piazza we sud-denly discovered that something was missing which had helped tomake up the beauty and glory of the day, it was the song and thesight of the birds. Where only a few moments before had been ascene of animation and the air aquiver with melody, not a bird was tobe seen and an almost oppressive silence reigned; and those conditionscontinued throughout the balance of that day. Death was stalking abroad in Bird-Land and the terror stricken in-habitants were endeavoring to escape the grim specter. Walter Nathan Pike, N. Y. THE COTTAGE BY THE WOOD,. T was the writers good fortune tospend the summer months of the year1900 in a cozy little cottage in a subur-ban district, the natural surroundingsof which were such as to at once appealto a naturalist, aside from furnishingample opportunity for rest and large lawn belonging to the prop-erty, with its abundance of shade trees,fronted on the main avenue of a popu-lous corporate town, while in the rear,as the title implies, was a strip of wood-land, which in turn, was bordered bya clearing, covered its whole lengthmainly by briars and low thick bushes,being intersected by a winding brook. Birds in the locality were quite numerous and some of them showedremarkable tameness. During the hours of night time, giving voiceas it were to the weird lights and shadows around the house, we couldhear the mournful ditty of a Screech Owl whose home was in a nearbyhickory tree, while the first grey streak of each returning dawn washeralded by t
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