The Family of Bob- White 105 



moment and then swelling out his breast, ut- 

 tered his sweet call-note. It was useless for 

 the old man to call now that the real Bob- 

 White had sounded his roll call so they 

 waited, and listened. 



Again came the low whistle from far away 

 in the pasture land but this time it was only, 

 " white, white, white." Soon the swift whirr 

 of beating wings was heard and a moment 

 later the second quail alighted under the 

 scrub spruce. 



" Cureet, cureee, cur-r, cure-e-e," cried 

 Bob- White in soft, quail words of love and 

 welcome. " Peep, pure-e-, e-e, e-e," replied 

 the chicken. 



The greeting and response were scarcely 

 over when another quail whirred under the 

 bush and another, and still another. 



" Cureet, cure-e-e, cur-r, cure-e-e," was the 

 salutation of Bob- White to each newcomer as 

 they huddled together and rejoiced in bird 

 language that they had found one another 

 again. After a few minutes they quieted 

 down and the listeners knew that they had 



