22 Bonasa Umbellus, Rex. 



martial bearing, his proud crest raised, his 

 broad tail partially spread, and all his 

 feathers glinting in the lights of the 

 woods. 



The hen grouse was not many rods 

 away, gliding stealthily from one hiding 

 place to another, hoping that he would 

 discover her and yet not daring to lose 

 any of her reserve. How she did want 

 to pull his black ruffs though, and strike 

 him petulantly with her bill and pretend 

 to be real angry at him for rough play ! 



For a moment Old Ironsides stopped 

 his incessant pacing, glanced into the 

 thicket on one side and on the other, and 

 then his sturdy wings were struck repeat- 

 edly against his sides, sending forth the 

 long vibrations of a tone so low that it 

 seemed to roll along the ground rather 

 than penetrate the upper air, but with 

 such initial velocity, nevertheless, that it 

 rolled half a mile out of the woods before 

 losing itself in the grassy fields. How 

 grand the old warrior looked to the hen 

 grouse. But what if he should become 

 impatient and fly elsewhere to seek her 



