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ing down and striking my dog, who was with me. After all mv interference 

 I had the satisfaction of leaving the young in the old birds' care, for had 

 harm come to them through me, the pleasure with which 1 watched the 

 nest, from the eggs to the birds just flown, would have been changed into 

 regret. Now I can look forward with anticipation to another spring, hoping 

 to renew their acquaintance and perhaps become better friends. 



The Story of a Tame Bob-white 



By J. M. GRAHAM. Pinewood. Tcnn. 



Illustrated by the author 



PEEWEEDIE' is the name of one of eight little Bob-whites hatched 

 under a Bantam hen in June, 1904. When first hatched, he was 

 about one-third larger than a big bumble-bee, and quite wild. The 

 Httle hen was confined in a pen, out of which the little Quail could not 

 escape. They were fed on bugs, worms, grasshoppers and crickets, with 

 crumbs of egg-bread, until several weeks old, when they were allowed 

 on the lawn with their mother, who was very fond of them, and exerted 

 all her vocal powers to keep them together. When frightened, they would 

 hide in the grass, nor would they reappear for some minutes, although the 

 hen would cluck and call and use every artifice known to her to bring them 

 from their hiding-places. 



At night they were caught and put in a box, to prevent cats or rats from 

 getting them. This soon got to be impracticable, so a hole was cut in the 



A BOB-WHITE FRIENDSHIP 



