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from within the old shell, that in my surprise I almost fell 

 over. An absurd monkeyish face appeared at the entrance, 

 and away went the great brown creature that I was in search 

 of. Scrambling" up, I could just reach the three eggs at the 

 bottom of the hollow. They were very dirty, being advanced 

 in incubation, and were stained with blood from the claws of 

 the predacious bird. 



This enticing nest recently nearly caused the death of a 

 friend, an ardent ornithologist, to whom I had revealed the 

 owl's secret. Reaching in to get an egg, he slipped, and, his 

 arm becoming wedged in the bottom of the narrow slit, he 

 hung there alone for an indehnite period, no one responding 

 to his cries for help. Finally the arm became disengaged, 

 and he fell exhausted to the ground. 



This pair of owls were alwavs locjuacious, and would some- 

 times " talk back " to a human intruder hidden near the nest. 

 Our conversations of " whoo-whoos " have afforded me the 

 rarest amusement. The female was the one glib of tongue, 

 and she would launch out on splendid flights of eloquence 

 in reply to my inquiries as "to-whoo" she was and "who's 

 who." ' 



A favorite haunt of this species is in groves of tall pines. 

 In one such grove of about ten acres in the town of Lake- 

 ville, a pair were for vears domiciled. I first discovered them 

 bv hearing of a farmer who the previous year had discovered 

 a large voung owl that had fallen from the nest. Under his 

 guidance I found the tree, but, as we reached it, I noticed 

 another platform of sticks fifty feet up a neighboring pine. 

 Two things about it were significant. — a large piece of gray 

 down clung to one of the sticks, and from the nest protruded 

 a brown stubby thing that I felt sure was the owl's tail. 

 Blows on the trunk of the tree failed to produce any move- 

 ment above. My companion was sceptical as I began the 



