HUM, THE SON OF BUZ. 



bottom of the tumbler. A wise precaution this proved ; for 

 the next morning I was awaked, not by the usual hum 

 over my head, but by a sharp little flutter, and found Mr. 

 Hum beating his wings in the tumbler, having actually 

 tumbled in during his energetic efforts to get his morning 

 coffee before I was awake. 



Hum seemed perfectly happy and satisfied in his quarters, 



-but one day, when the door was left open, made a dart 



out, and so into the open sunshine. Then, to be sure, we 



thought we had lost him. We took the mosquito netting 



