LITERARY AND BIOGRAPHICAL. 



267 



too, is limited to a few kinds, while we 

 have every sort of bird that, flies." 



Mr. Job's photographs, with few excep- 

 tions, are excellent. Those of the flicker, 

 kingbird family, tree swallow, vireo and 

 alder flycatcher are especially good. The 

 labor they represent can be imagined only 

 by those who have worked in this field — and 



Boulder Reveries. By W. s. Blatchley. 



Indianapolis, Indiana: The Nature Pub- 

 lishing Company. 



This is a diary of 

 recording. The book 

 in observations as in 



reveries really worth 

 abounds not so much 

 thoughts showing the 



author's true spirit of a naturalist. Here 



Broad-winged Hawk. "In the act of entering the nest with a chunk of bark" (pp. 42-3). 



the pleasure derived cannot be even faintly 

 estimated by the unfortunate who has never 

 seen a live bird on the ground glass of his 

 camera. The whippoorwills, old and young, 

 opposite page 106, are splendid examples 

 of protective coloration, while the Louisiana 

 water thrush, opposite page 222, is a veri- 

 table puzzle picture. 



At the end of the book is a brief table of 

 classification of Orders and Families, a 

 short seasonal bird calendar, and an anno- 

 tated list of 216 species of birds which the 

 author has noted in Litchfield County, Con- 

 necticut. Although only of immediate local 

 interest, yet the list is useful as showing 

 what may be accomplished by careful ob- 

 servation in a circumscribed locality. Mr. 

 Job's book is welcome as a sane and whole- 

 some introduction to the study of birds 

 with glass and camera. 



C. William Beebe. 



are some specimens: 



"The woods are nature's abiding places — 

 'God's first temples' — as Bryant called them. 

 There beasts and birds and bugs abound. 

 There the naturalist goes when he would 

 be alone with his thoughts — alone with God 

 and His handiwork; and yet alone only in 

 the sense that he is away from his fellow- 

 man. In my ramblings through these old 

 woods, I seek no company but my own. On 

 such a day as this three is a multitude; two, 

 a crowd. By myself I can ponder. By my- 

 self I can get closer to the birds, flowers 

 and insects. By myself I can dream dreams 

 of days that are gone — of days that perhaps 

 will be." 



"I measure my years by their Aprils, 

 Junes and Octobers." 



"I like at times to be where no 



soul 

 ticed 



knows 

 in the 



where I 

 universe 



am — alone 

 of God." 



human 

 and unno- 



