Fes 
178 Faruey, Ornithology at St: Marks. 
is the fine type. Certainly, the artist in his benighted age had never 
heard of either Aquila or Halieetus. Hence this generical confusion 
is probably only another case of the artist’s (like the poet’s) license 
—a mixing, that is, not of metaphors but of characters. 
On the ground, in front of and facing Noah, stand a pair of either 
Crows or Ravens — but incorrectly yellow-eyed. Behind these 
come a pair of Storks, red-billed and red-legged — as in life. The 
only unlifelike thing about these familiar birds of tale and fable 
is the restricted black of their quills. In reality the extensive black 
on wing of the Common Stork, contrasting with the snow-white of 
the rest of the body and the red of bill and legs, makes the three- 
foot bird a conspicuous object in the Continental landscape. 
Behind the Storks again come a pair of Pelicans. Tiring of the 
long wait incidental to the movement of such large numbers of 
living things these honest birds have calmly and comfortably 
squatted down on the whole foot — giving a restful touch to the 
whole proceeding — like the sensible, well-conducted “ totipal- 
mates”’ that the artist undoubtedly intended to portray. 
Behind the patient Pelicans wait in their turn a pair of graceful, 
purple Herons, slim-necked and black-crested, which seem clearly 
referable to the African genus Melanophoyz. 
In rear of all and vivid against their gold background stand a pair 
of good-sized slaty birds — black-headed, billed and footed, and to 
a less extent black-winged. These are the well-known and wide- 
spread Hooded Crow of Europe — Corvus corniz. They are well 
depicted save for the too-restricted black of the wing. 
While this completes the tale of the birds of the Entry, it is hard 
not to glance at the extraordinary pair of smiling carnivora in the 
adjoining animal section which in the insistent hands of Noah are 
going into the Ark docilely like great, good-natured, fat, obedient 
Puppies which indeed they much resemble; nor at the tender face 
of Noah himself as he looks down fatherly at his puppy-like pets. 
The story of Noah is continued on the opposite [right] side of 
the arch. We now see a submerged world, and the rain still comes 
down. But in the next scene behold the hungry Raven with greedy 
glittering eye as he feeds, oblivious of all else, on a floating carcass; 
while from Noah’s hands, at a window of the ship, the gentle Dove 
(with most unavian wings it must be owned) is preparing in her 
turn to sally out. 
