1 68 What Birds Have Done With Me 



name of "Little Caille" and the Cat-bird, under 

 the name of "Black Caille." 



Louisiana has one of the best State Conserva- 

 tion Commissions, but I am a great believer in the 

 long arm of Uncle Sam, whose officials are inde- 

 pendent of votes and in spite of some very excel- 

 lent work done, a raid the other day gathered in 

 a negro with a barrel of pickled Robins, and fif- 

 teen whites, among them deputy sheriffs and busi- 

 ness men. Though the state officers do their best, 

 no one in that bunch, possibly excepting the col- 

 ored man, will get a fine calculated to make any 

 one sit up and take notice. The migratory bird 

 not being the property of any state is very prop- 

 erly the ward of the Federal government and with 

 all possible assistance from state organizations, 

 its protection must be brought about through Na- 

 tional intervention. As an Irishman might say: 

 "The Western Front is in the South" for the great 

 battle to make the whole country safe for song 

 and insectivorous birds will be fought there and 

 efforts to conserve and protect cannot long con- 

 tinue when one-half the territory is being swept 

 and combed by hunters who kill everything that 

 flies. The Street must be taught the sweetness 

 of bird-song, the utter shamefulness of robbing 

 nature of her most beautiful and attractive forms 

 of life, for in exquisite coloring many flowers are 

 wingless birds and many birds only winged flowers, 



