THE NIGHT FLYERS 



glass about the light, and two or three actually 

 flew against us as we sat behind the low rail of 

 the balcony. Others, more fortunate, passed 

 onward and, so far as we could see, did not 

 return. 



In spite of the great numbers seen about the 

 light, only about thirty hit it and none of these 

 was killed. For every bird seen, thousands were 

 heard passing. It was a scene of indescribable 

 interest. We seemed to have torn aside the veil 

 which hides the mysteries of the night and with 

 the searchlight discovered some of nature's se- 

 crets. What a marvelous number of birds must 

 be traveling when hundreds are killed at a light- 

 house on a single night! 



Before the first signs of day were visible the 

 birds had disappeared from about the light. 

 Tired and hungry, they now looked for food and 

 shelter in some woodland. Surely at such a time 

 New York City must seem a most unpromising 

 place for breakfast. It is no wonder then that 

 during the season of migration city parks should 

 be filled with wing-weary travelers. From the 

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