1 8 Birds of Lakeside and Prairie 



upon whom may depend the saving of a race from extinction. 

 I flushed the pigeon, hoping that it would direct its flight 

 northward, and not rest until it had passed beyond the limits 

 of boys with slingshots and stones. It left its perch, but to 

 my dismay it shaped its course straight toward the heart of 

 the smoky city. Good wishes followed its arrowy flight, but 

 my fear is that the bird's life history is closed with this recital. 



