300 THE WHITE-EYED VIREO. 
The nest shown in the near-by illus- 
tration was pointed out to me by a friend, 
Mr. C. H. Morris of McConnelsville. 
The bird was on but she occupied the 
center of a little bower which was 
guarded by a wall of droop- 
ing vines and bristling black- 
berry stems. With fear and 
trembling I cut an entrance 
way, removing the stems one 
by one, and glancing appre- 
hensively at the sitting bird, 
but she sat on, unmoved. 
Next, the camera was 
brought in and advanced by 
slow stages toward the 
watchful bird. Many twigs 
required to be cut away, and 
there was much flapping of 
camera-cloths, gesticulating 
of unmanageable “‘legs,”’ and 
clicking of shutters, but the 
white-eyed beauty sat nicely 
for her portrait, — once, 
twice, thrice, until the strain 
became too great for her. 
Next the nest and eggs were 
photographed, and after re- 
Photo moving the Cowbird’s egg 
Taken in by the / 5 2 : 
Morgan Muthor. (Which appears in the pic- 
County. 
ture just above the nearer 
rim) the rest were left to be 
gathered later in the day. 
“SAT NICELY FOR HER PORTRAIT.” Returning some five 
hours later, the bird-man pressed eagerly into the copse, intending to collect 
the set of eggs for a well-known museum. ‘The bird was on and happy now 
in a new-found confidence. Nearer—nearer—came the collector. The bird 
sat on. Finally moved by some strange impulse the man brought his face 
down close to hers, not above a foot away, and gazed wistfully, searchingly, 
into those trustful eyes. Then that old hard heart of mine melted within me 
and I turned and fled. 
