THE OOLOaiST 



his machine. On the outsltirts of the 

 town he broke the bare-bow of his bi- 

 cycle while descending a steep hill. 

 He fell on his hands and knees, bruis- 

 ing them, and tearing his clothing in 

 a frightful manner. This trip did not 

 satisfy him it only gave him an appe- 

 tite for more, so he started for Flor- 

 ida, on November 7th, of the same 

 year. His idea for going at this time 

 of the year, was to be there when the 

 Bald lEagle nested. Being unfamiliar 

 with the locality and having no knowl- 

 edge about the nesting sites, he fail- 

 ed to take any eggs. He went on down 

 to Miami, with the intention of look- 

 ing for Everglade Kites, in the spring, 

 but met with no success. 



On May 3, 1903, I bought all the eggs 

 he had, so he has really made his col- 

 lection in the past ten years. I be- 

 lieve he has about 85 different species 

 personally collected, of the birds of 

 New Jersey, besides many others 

 taken in trade. 



Crispin was a great tree climber, 

 as most egg men know. He never 

 turned a tree down, no matter how 

 large, how tall, or how rotten. I have 

 seen him climb dead trees that had no 

 limbs, only forks, shooting out like a 

 crooked finger and a Fish Hawk's nest 

 near the end. He would get the eggs 

 every time, sure. 



He was a close friend of mine, and 

 we kept up a regular correspondence 

 during the fifteen years. If he got 

 anything new, he told me about it, and 

 if I got anything I told him, so we had 

 no egg secrets. 



He has gone, never to return. It 

 was a great shock to all of us. He 

 had gone out many times before, and 

 stayed over the alotted time, but 

 would always come back. This time 

 he lay at the bottom of a cliff, bruis- 

 ed, crushed, dead! How it happened 

 no one can tell. Crispin was a care- 

 ful climber, fearless, da,ring and brave. 



He must have slipped, lost his bal- 

 ance and fell, all so quickly that it 

 was all over in a second. 



His body rests under the shade of 

 a large tree in Salem. The long 

 branches stretching out from the 

 trunk, makes a fitting canopy for the 

 dead, the birds that he loved so well, 

 singing in the top, will be his con- 

 stant companions forever. 



E. J. Darlington. 

 Delaware. 



CHARLES J. PENNOCK MISSING. 

 Kennett Square Business Man Sud- 

 denly Drops Out of Sight. 



Charles J. Pennock, 5.5 years, jus- 

 tice of the peace, tax collector and 

 the all-around confidential man in 

 business matters of Kennett Square, 

 is missing. He disappeared Thurs- 

 day night of last week, and his friends 

 fear that he has either been foully 

 dealt with, has become dazed and 

 wandered away or has been suddenly 

 overcome with serious illness. So far 

 as is known, all his accounts are cor- 

 rect, and no reason is given by his 

 family for his mysterious disappear- 

 ance. 



Mr. and Mrs. Pennock left Ken- 

 nett Square Thursday morning and 

 went to Philadelphia, where he was 

 to attend a meeting of the Delaware 

 Valley Naturalist Union at the Aca- 

 demy of Natural Sciences. She was 

 to do some shopping. 



At 10:30 that evening Pennock 

 went to Broad Street Station and 

 complained of not feeling well, but in- 

 sisted on taking the next train for his 

 home. That was the last intelligence 

 any one had of him, though the police 

 of city hall have been trying to get 

 some clue to his whereabouts, at the 

 hospitals and other points. 



Mr. Pennock was burgess of Ken- 

 nett Square a few years ago, besides 

 being justice of the peace and tax 



