A GREAT TRAVELER, 1 47 



Stream, over the coral islands, and comes to some 

 little island of the West Indies, where the great palms 

 wave along the shore. Here there are spiders enough 

 for him and for all his northern and southern friends. 



He sees the beautiful white Herons and the red 

 Flamingoes, but side by side with him in the bushes 

 are some friends who have made the long journey 

 from the north in his company, Maryland Yellow- 

 throats and Summer Yellowbirds, and higher up in 

 the trees Redstarts and Vireos. 



While the Grouse is up in the pine trees where the 

 snow is falling steadily, the Ovenbird hides in thickest 

 bushes from the West Indian hurricanes, which lash 

 the tall palms on the shore. 



But your geography teacher tells you about lands 

 further away, — about the white snow fields of Green- 

 land, about the great Pacific Ocean, and the wonder- 

 ful jungles of India, where the tigers steal through 

 the long grass ; or the forests of the Amazon on our 

 own side of the world, where the monkeys make rope- 

 ladders of themselves over the streams. 



I do not think there is any bird that has seen all 

 these places ; the great white Owl has traveled much 

 in the north, and could tell many an interesting story 

 of the hare and the grouse, which try to escape his 

 keen eyes by turning white themselves in winter. 



But he never ventures into the Amazon forests or 



