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THE OOLOGIST 



sumably for the seeds— thermometer 

 18 degrees and snowing. Evidently 

 they are getting acclimated. 



Ernest R. Short. 



Our Loon Plate. 



Am enclosing a photo taken by my- 

 self of the nest and eggs of the Loon 

 on a floating "cranberry bog," or small 

 island in the south inlet of Cranberry 

 Lake, St. Lawrence County, N. Y., on 

 June 9th, 1921. The picture is taken 

 from the boat, as it was some 20 or 30 

 rods from the shore to this bog, and 

 could do no other way than work from 

 the boat. Trusting it may interest 

 you, I am sending a print of it to you. 

 E. G. Tabor, 

 Meridian, N. Y. 



Entitled to Credit. 



Attention is just called to the fact 

 that the article entitled "The Dis- 

 covery of the Breeding of the White 

 Ibis in South Carolina," appearing in 

 a late issue of the Oologist, was writ- 

 ten by Mr. Alexander Sprunt, Jr., 

 under a misapprehension. 



All of the facts and circumstances 

 therein are both true and accurate; 

 however, it was Arthur T. Wayne, 

 Charleston, South Carolina, who first 

 made this interesting discovery, and 

 who had written an article on the 

 subject, but the article he wrote did 

 not get into print as early as Mr. 

 Sprunt's article, through no fault of 

 either Mr. Wayne or Mr. Sprunt. 



R. M. Barnes. 



Passed On. 

 A letter from our old friend Frank I. 

 Harris, of LaCrescent, Minn., brings 

 the sad news of the passing of Whit- 

 field Harrison, pioneer resident of 

 LaCrescent, Minn., who died at that 

 place January 22nd. He was born in 

 England, November 15th, 1854, came 

 to LaCrescent from his native land at 



the age of 16 years, and has resided 

 there ever since. 



Mr. Harrison during all his years of 

 residence was a well known student 

 of Natural History, and a collector of 

 North American Oology. 



Many writings of his will be found 

 published in the amateur bird maga- 

 zines of twenty and thirty years ago. 



He leaves a widow and one daughter 

 and in his passing our friend Harris 

 loses a neighbor and an associate of 

 more than fifty years, with whom he 

 made numerable hunting and fishing 

 trips. 



It was our pleasure some years ago 

 at LaCrescent to be entertained at 

 his home, and he and his wife, a more 

 charming couple it would be hard to 

 find.— R. M. B. 



They Are Never Cured. 



A letter from Frank H. Lattin, 

 founder of The Oologist, and now and 

 for many years past, a Member of the 

 General Assembly of the State of New 

 York, advising us of the receipt by 

 him of a letter from one of his former 

 subscribers, reading in part as follows: 



"About twenty-five years ago 1 used 

 to read a magazine. The Oologist, pub- 

 lished by you; if it is still published, 

 or if you are still interested in birds, 

 etc., send me such literature as you 

 have. I want my son to become a 

 student of nature and out-of-doors 

 things, also." 



Mr. Lattin adds that during the past 

 two weeks he received five applica- 

 tions for catalogues and price lists of 

 specimens and supplies. Four of these 

 came from the older boys of twenty- 

 five or more years ago, two of whom 

 he had not heard from for some twen- 

 ty-five or thirty years. All of which 

 shows that when once inoculated the 

 true Oologist never recovers. — R. M. B. 



