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Sippe Athene Boie 1822. 
The night is dim 
And the loud shriek of sage Minerva’s fowl 
Rattles around my her discordant hymn. Byron. 
Strix noctua Retz. 
Then led the winds howl on! their harmony 
Shall henceforth by my music and the night 
The sound shall temper with the owlets’ cry 
As y now hear them, in the fading ligt 
Dim o’ver the birds of darkness native site 
Ansvering each other on the Palatine 
With their large eyes, all glistening gray and brigt 
And sailing pinions. Byron. 
Sippe Nyctale Brehm 1838. 
Volatus levis, silens, nocturno silentio accommodatus. Pallas, 
Sippe Bubo Cuv. 1817. 
Eumenides stravere thorum, tectoque profanus 
Incubuit bubo thalamique sub culmine sedit. Ovid. 
Fam. CAPRIMULGIDAE Vig. 
Hight up in the country you will never persuade the negro to 
destroy these birds, or get the Indian to let fly his arrow at them. 
They are birds of omen and reverential dread. Jambo the demon of 
Africa, has them under his command; and they equally obey the Ja- 
bahou or Demerara Indian devil. The are receptacles for departed souls, 
who come back again to earth unable to rest for crimes done of their 
days of nature. Waterton wanderings. 
Sippe Anthrostomus Gould. 1838. 
Four species articulate some words, so distinct that they have received 
theyr names from the sentences they utter and absolutely bewilder the 
stranger on his arrival in these parts. The most common sits down 
close by your door, and flies and alighs few yards before you, crying 
„who are you.“ Another lids you „work away.“ A third cryes morn- 
fully „Willy come — go.“ Waterton. 
Sippe Caprimulgus Lin. 1767. 
From the times of Aristote down the present day, these birds have 
been in disgrace. Father has mandet down tho his son, that this noc- 
turnal thief subsists by milking the flocks. Waterton. 
Caprimulgus europaeus Lin. 
Der Mond ist unsre Sonne. Schiller. 
Sippe Nyctibius Vieill. 1816. 
If the largest one chance to cry near the white mans door, sor- 
row and grief will soon by inside, and thy expect to see the master 
waste away with a slow consuming sickness. If it be heard close to 
the negro’s or indians hut, from that night misfortune sits brooding over 
it, and they await the event in terrible suspense. Waterton. 
