WHIP POOR WILL. WINTER WREN. 155 

 XLV. 



WHIPPOORWILL. 



IN the warm summer twilight as we drive along 

 the bank of Black Kiver, watching the sunset 

 glow fade in the west, and catching its glistening 

 reflection in the water, over the low foot-hills of 

 the Adirondacks on the east comes the big red 

 harvest moon. Then, as we stop the horses to 

 listen, even the sibilant whirr of the locusts' 

 wings and the subdued chirring of the crickets 

 are hushed, for out of the woods comes the loud 

 wild call whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip- 

 poor-will. 



The whippoorwill belongs to the family of 

 "goatsuckers, swifts, etc.," and so must be put 

 in the drawer where the chimney swift, humming- 

 bird, partridge, cuckoos, woodpeckers, and all the 

 others that did not belong to the order of " perch- 

 ing birds " were left by themselves. 



XLVL 



WINTER WREN. 



ONE October day when the raspberry patch 

 was astir with fluttering kinglets and warblers, 

 and noisy with the quarrying of white-throats, 

 and the muttered excuses and wait, wait of tardy 



