and through the winter their flocks 

 may be seen flying before the wind in 

 the clouds of drifting snow, for they, 

 too, have come to stay with us. Their 

 summer has been spent among the 

 arctic snows. They are lovers of the 

 cold, and in their migrations keep to 

 the edge of the severest winter, going 

 southward as the cold increases, but 

 never at home without the snow and 

 the biting cold. 



But my one November bird, which 

 is the crown jewel of them all, yet re- 

 mains to be described. We may 

 confidently look for him now 



