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whose motives are sordid or corrupt. The "City 

 of Refuge" and the "Horns of the Altar" are 

 some way, more or less closely associated with 

 the "Bird Sanctuary," as we know it to-day. It is 

 perfectly wonderful how soon the wild things 

 come to know where they are safe. When a mis- 

 guided politician in my own county had an open 

 season on the remnant of our prairie chickens 

 protected for years the amazed and terrified 

 birds collected on the Maplewood Audubon Res- 

 ervation our farm and walked about the lawn 

 like domestic chickens, a wounded bird com- 

 ing with the rest, and actually died under my 

 office window. Only the other day a beautiful 

 golden woodpecker, having been shot by some 

 miscreant, came back to our Sanctuary and died 

 upon my doorstep and the blood that dripped 

 from step to step cried out in mute protest against 

 the evil doer who kills for sport, fixing upon him 

 blood-guiltiness; and I saw the stain upon my 

 doorstep magnified into a stain upon the land 

 that fails to prevent the shedding of innocent 

 blood. We ask nothing less than America as a 

 vast Sanctuary for song and insectivorous birds. 

 That there is no difference between North and 

 South except in the matter of roasting coffee and 

 whether we shall have cold bread or hot bis- 

 cuit for supper, I am sorry to say isn't quite true, 

 for there is a custom in the whole South of shoot- 



