92 Trails to Woods and Waters 



The scattered grain, and the weed-seeds had 

 been covered by the first snow-storm, and they 

 did not appear again until the warm spring 

 rains uncovered the brown earth, so the quail 

 had to depend entirely upon the winter ber- 

 ries and buds for sustenance. 



The bright red berries of the sumac, the 

 bitter-sweet, and the purple berries of the 

 Virginia creeper, had stood them in good 

 stead. Also juniper and poison ivy berries 

 had furnished them many a meal. 



When these were all gone they went into 

 the deep woods and scratched about fallen 

 logs for partridge berries or occasionally dis- 

 covered a wind-swept knoll where checker- 

 berries could be found. 



With such scant food as this, and with seed 

 obtained from an occasional tall weed, that 

 stuck its friendly head above the snow they 

 had managed to live until February, but 

 finally even this supply gave out, and they 

 resorted to their last hope, and visited a farm- 

 yard in the vicinity. 



Each day they went to the barnyard, and 



