Surprises of the Prairie 



The kinship of the two is easily discerned. When you see a 

 prairie hill-slope overgrown with wild-sage you will wish to 

 linger there and see the lights and shadows shift among the 

 silver leaves. Some October day will do for such delight. 



The sage hen loves to hide among these pungent pods 

 of the prairie. The silver-gray of her plumage helps to hide 

 her in the silver-sage. On such a sagey slope as this you can 

 seldom see the rabbit till your foot is at his side. To the 

 little gray birds of the meadows these are nothing less than 

 groves of sage trees. I think they seek the pungent seeds of 

 the sage when other food is scarce. Whether at dawn, when 

 the dew is on, or in the shimmer of the noon, or in the gray 

 of evening gloam, there is a charm about this sage of the wild 

 that lures the lover of the grass and the flowers. 



THE SAGE HEN 



