WABBLES 



bles's first wife had spoiled him. She bossed 

 him around in grand style. I tried to get 

 acquainted with her, but, with a lordly air, 

 she gave me to understand that she did not 

 associate with hermits. After two days she 

 ordered Wabbles out to the fields, and I did 

 not see him again till October. He came in 

 twice before migration. That was all. Wab- 

 bles, the warrior, was henpecked. 



The next spring Wabbles returned from 

 the South early in March. I think he was 

 glad to escape from his wife, but three weeks 

 later she swooped down on him, and packed 

 him off to the pastures. 



For eleven years Wabbles has lived with 

 his second wife. Every spring he comes to 

 the cabin for a long visit, but I seldom see 

 much of him in the fall. Once I did not see 

 him at all, and reported that probably he was 

 dead, but the next spring he turned up as 

 usual. 



It is now fourteen years since I removed 

 the shot from Wabbles's wing. He does not 



