The effect of this erratic life in the forest 

 glooms and under the cover of night has been 

 to make the whippoorwill careless of her home 

 and negligent of her young. She has become a 

 creature of omen, weird and wakeful, lingering 

 behind the time of superstition to keep myths 

 moving in our scanty groves and mystery still 

 stirring through the dark rooms of the night. 



" Unlike any bird 

 of the light." 



[77] 



