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THE WHITE-EYED VIREO. 



The nest shown in the near-by illus- 

 ation was pointed out to me by a friend, 



Mr. C. H. Morris of McConnelsville. 



The bird was on but she occupied the 



center of a little bower which was 

 guarded by a wall of droop- 

 ing vines and bristling black- 

 berry steins. With fear and 

 trembling I cut an entrance 

 way, removing the stems one 

 by one, and glancing appre- 

 hensively at the sitting bird, 

 but she sat on. unmoved. 

 Next, the camera was 

 brought in and advanced by 

 slow stages toward the 

 watchful bird. Many twigs 

 required to be cut away, and 

 there was much flapping of 

 camera-cloths, gesticulating 

 of unmanageable "legs," and 

 clicking of shutters, but the 



fjn HP**^~-^.^ f" r ner P nl "trait, — once, 



twice, thrice, until the strain 

 became too great for her. 

 Next the nest and eggs were 

 photographed, and after re- 

 moving the Cowbird's egg 

 ( which appears in the pic- 

 ture just above the nearer 

 rim) the rest were left to be 

 gathered later in the day. 



Returning some five 

 hours later, the bird-man pressed eagerly into the copse, intending to collect 

 the set of eggs for a well-known museum. The bird was on and happy now 

 in a new-found confidence. Nearer — nearer — came the collector. The bird 

 sat on. Finally moved by some strange impulse the man brought his face 

 down close to hers, not above a foot away, and gazed wistfully, searchingly, 

 into those trustful eyes. Then that old hard heart of mine melted within me 

 and 1 turned and fled. 



Taken i 



Mi'ig.n, 



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SAT NICELY FOR HER PORTRAIT." 



