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stops and gives us his peculiar cry, which, from the sound of, 
the Indian says, he is called the peconk ; then quickly away 
, again, he is soon upon the height of land, when his cry oftens 
‘comes louder than before, like Pe—c—o-v-# ! and after a short 
time he calls just once again; then far back of the ridge it 
may come to us faintly, when probably meeting his mate he 
has been calling to, his cry is heard no more for the night. 
They now start off together on the war-path to make their 
nightly raid upon some of the many unwary innocents that 
may be off their guard, or quietly sleeping in the moonlight, 
but more particularly this evening perhaps, to kill and eat 
Mrs. Bunny and her little daughter, or what is yet more 
likely, to jump and seize some young and giddy partridge of 
the feminine type, which never would obey its mother and 
often roasted too low, alas, and even to-night in spite of her 
late warning. 
Oh! birdie, roost high in the evergreen, 
Little fear in the bright sunny day; 
Yet at night you'll surely be seen, 
Should the fisher creep softly this way. 
One of the reasons of the fisher not becoming more plenti- 
ful is owing to the old males, who are not fatherly to the 
young when they are quite small, but kill them, everyone, if 
finding them when the mother is away hunting for their food. 
It is rarely they are seen in the day time, as they are mostly 
night ramblers ; though occasionally, like the sable, they have 
been discovered lying close down upon the limb of a thick 
spruce without making a movement until shot. And now 
and then, one returning to his den in the morning, later than 
usual from his night excursion, has been suddenly interviewed 
