reached his ears. A man, so it seemed, had de- 
vised a plan for killing hawks in great numbers 
by means of a stuffed owl that he set up in a field 
where hawks could see it. An automobile with a 
letter containing a handsome offer was sent to 
the hawk-killer, and in due time he arrived. Out 
in an open field he put up a pole about twenty 
feet long, on the top of which he securely placed 
his stuffed horned owl with its smoothly arranged 
feathers and yellow glass eyes. Then some 
bushes were cut and stuck into the ground near 
by. In the shelter of these the hawk-man took 
his stand, gun in hand. A cord was tied to cer- 
tain wires in the owl, arranged in such a way that 
when it was pulled the owl’s wings would rise. 
Crows and hawks hate an owl as they hate 
nothing else in the world; so, as any one may see, 
this was a very clever device for decoying hawks 
to within range of a shotgun. 
Mr. Wing was over in New York for two or 
three days, and when he came back one after- 
noon the first thing he did was to go out to see 
the hawk-killer. 
“What success?” he asked. 
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