whose acquaintance we make only when he 

 is dead and served as a delicious morsel, hot 

 on toast, on our dining-tables. 



In the spring, while winning his mate, 

 Whitooweek has one habit which, when seen 

 at the edge of the alder patch, reminds you 

 instantly of the grass-plovers of the open 

 moors and uplands, and of their wilder name- 

 sakes of the Labrador barrens. Indeed, in 

 his fondness for burned plains, where he can 

 hide in plain sight and catch no end of grass- 

 hoppers and crickets without trouble to vary 

 _.^ his diet, and in a swift 

 ^i ; g ;. changeableness and 

 fearlessness of man, 

 Whitooweek has 

 many points in common with the 

 almost unknown plovers. In the 

 dusk of the evening, as you steal 

 along the edge of the woods, you 

 / ", / "aft will hear a faint peenk, 



