Every country boy knows the spotted sandpiper 



and down, he is quaintly like a spry old beau on 

 parade, doffing his hat to every passing lady. In 

 the mating season, in early May, most country boys, 

 especially those who live near water, have seen the 

 male bird strut cockily in front of the female, puff- 

 ing out his chest, or have beheld him soar abruptly 

 several feet into the air, as if he had a sudden im- 



