the season. At Lake Ellis he tarried two or three 
days, and here it was he had a little scare when 
a large raccoon came upon him suddenly one 
afternoon. But escape was easy, so he soon 
forgot the incident. One night he flew over the 
little sand-hills where the myrtle warblers had 
slept in the yaupon bushes, but he remembered 
there was little to eat here and passed on up the 
coast. 
As he was winging along late at night a heavy 
wind began to blow and almost before he knew 
it he had been blown out over the ocean. With 
all his might he tried to regain the shore so as to 
take refuge in some tree or bush, but all his 
efforts were vain and he was driven farther and 
farther to sea. He grew so tired fighting against 
the storm that he was almost ready to drop into 
the hungry waters beneath, when, just after 
daybreak, he saw a ship bound northward along 
the coast. With what seemed to be his last 
atom of strength he cleared the rail and fell ex- 
hausted on the deck. 
‘Hello,’ said a sailor, “‘here is another bird,” 
and he put it under a box with a sandpiper he 
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