116 IN THE DAYS OF AUDUBON 



to put it into the claw of an owl which he had painted, or 

 was preparing to paint. The heart of the little captive 

 beat hard. He was thirsty in his fever of terror. A drop 

 of water was on the table, and he ran out his wee tongue 

 to cool the burning thirst. Wilson saw that little tongue. 

 The sight went to his heart. He stayed his hand. Could 

 he quench a life that was so like the human? 



