WHIPPOORWILL.— WINTER WREN. 150 
XLV. 
WHIPPOORWILL. 
In the warm summer twilight as we drive along 
the bank of Black River, watching the sunset 
glow fade in the west, and catching its glistening 
reflection in the water, over the low foot-hills of 
‘the Adirondacks on the east comes the big red 
harvest moon. Then, as we stop the horses to 
listen, even the sibilant whirr of the locusts’ 
wings and the subdued chirring of the crickets 
are hushed, for out of the woods comes the loud 
wild call — whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip- 
poor-will. 
The whippoorwill belongs to the family of 
“ voatsuckers, swifts, ete.,” and so must be put 
in the drawer where the chimney swift, humming- 
bird, partridge, cuckoos, woodpeckers, and all the 
others that did not belong to the order of ‘ perch- 
ing birds ” were left by themselves. 
XLVI. 
WINTER WREN. 
One October day when the raspberry patch 
was astir with fluttering kinglets and warblers, 
and noisy with the quarrying of white-throats, 
and the muttered excuses and wait, wait of tardy 
