30 Bonasa Umbellus, Rex. 



white of the egg of a few days before, 

 changing it into a beautiful warm little 

 creature endowed with hopes, and fears, 

 and longings, and knowing its friends 

 from its enemies. 



But what strange instinct was it that 

 kept leading these two babes of the wood 

 away from the motherly barnyard hen ? 

 What did they seek so persistently ? 

 Scarce an hour had elapsed since their 

 escape from the shell, and they had wan- 

 dered out of hearing of the good foster 

 mother to seek a wild mother who would 

 train their wild little natures in full sym- 

 pathy and understanding. Down into 

 the garden they ran, then out across the 

 lane and into the grass in the meadow. 

 Whither they were going they knew not, 

 but go they must. They were hungry, 

 but there was no mother to teach them to 

 eat, and thirsty without knowing what 

 water was. All day long they ran through 

 the grass and under the rail fences first 

 brother ahead, then sister the strange 

 impulse urging their tiny pattering feet 

 ahead as fast as they could go. It 



