THE WESTERN SANDPIPER. 



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ber is out\-oted. and the Peeps troop back cijiifidingly to resume the pastures 

 wliicli they have just deserted. 



Nothing, to my mind, could exceed the flatter}- implied b_\- the near ap- 

 proach of these trustful creatures. If the compliment were really deserved, 

 the cunning little souls would undoubtedly respond to the most familiar ad- 

 vances short of actual handling. Slaughter in the name of science may still 

 be justitiable. tho there be those of us who have passed up the solution <if 

 manv nice problems here: but slruighter of these innocents in the name of 



Taken at La Push. 



Photo by the Author. 



THE 1!.\.\QUETI.\G F.MRIES. 



sport is mere Philistinism. The Italian method of hunting is tf) shoot e\-ery- 

 thing in sight. As a result sunn\- Italy is a birdless desert in summer, and a 

 nightmare during migrations. 



The Alaskan tundras are the summer h(ime of our little guest, and we 

 may perhaps be interested to follow him with Mr. Nelson's eyes : "The warm 

 days toward the close of May cause the brown slopes and flats to assume a 

 shade of green, and among the many prett\- bird-romances going on under our 

 eyes none is more charming than the courtship of this delicate Sandpiper. 

 They have forsaken the borders of icy pools, and, in twos and threes, are 



