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ened to her loss, and imposes a very heavy fine for every 

 one of these birds killed. Sincerely do I wish that every one 

 who slaughters, or causes to be slaughtered, these animated 

 bits of winged poetry, may feel the full weight of the penalty 

 of the statute and of conscience. Such inaccessible tangles 



YOUNG WHITE IBIS ON ITS NEST 



of southern Florida are the last places of refuge, the last 

 ditch of the struggle for existence to which these splendid 

 species have been driven. 



As long as I kept very quiet, the birds did not manifest 

 much concern at my presence. Climbing a tree, to get above 

 the undergrowth, I screwed my 4x5 camera to a limb and 

 proceeded to take pictures of the surrounding birds, with 



