WILD WINGS 



NEGROES AND BLACK BUZZARDS ON THE CITY DUMPING-GROUND, CHARLESTON 



zards have secured the contract for this work, and they never 

 neglect their duties. At this particular time, in May, there 

 must have been upwards of a thousand buzzards in sight, all 

 of them the Black Vulture. The fences of the slaughter-pens 

 were fairly black with them, awaiting patiently the good 

 pleasure of the butchers, and they had little objection to my 

 walking up close and taking their pictures. When I finally 

 scared them off, they settled down on a marshy place near 

 by, joining a regiment of their fellows already there. Thither 

 I followed, and took some photographs of this remarkable 

 conclave. 



Out on the open lots where the city carts were dumping the 

 garbage, numbers of negro women and children were poking 

 over these leavings, in hope of finding some prize, and with 

 them were the buzzards, getting their share. Neither class paid 

 attention to the other, and they were closely intermingled, on 

 evident terms of good fellowship. By courtesy I was allowed 



