THE YOUNG ORNITHOLOGIST. 



ate numbers , and a few of the Puffins, 

 or Sea Parrots as they are called here, 

 had found a breeding place in the 

 deep crevices of the rocks. The Pe- 

 trels, however were the marvel of the 

 place. Nearly every square yard of 

 turf was completely honey-combed 

 with their nesting burrows ; and 

 everywhere the air was laden with 

 their peculiar odor. Here and there 

 the ground was strewn with the wings 

 and tails of the birds which had been 

 eaten by the dog belonging to the 

 lighthouse. The dog being kept with- 

 out feeding, and obliged to support 

 himself by this enterj>rise. 



From "Our Birds in theVr Haunts." 

 (Tabs concluded in our next.) 



A VACATION TRIP. 



Or, Two Young Naturalists in Neiv 

 Hampshire. 



By Harry Roland. 



chapter ii. 



It was a beautiful day in June, 

 and as they rode slowly along their 

 ears were saluted by a perfect cho- 

 rus of birds songs. Red-eyed Vireos 

 were in profusion, in every wood they 

 passed a pair of these little vocalists 

 were industriously engaged in search- 

 ing for insects, and keeping up their 

 persistent but cheerful song at the 

 same time. One of them had secured a 

 large loop worm, and holding it firmly 

 with one foot, was busily engaged 

 in tearing it to pieces and devouring 

 it with evident relish. 



They passed through several towns 

 during the forenoon, and enjoyed 

 their ride immensely. Besides the 

 pleasure of seeing the numerous ele- 

 gant residences and tastefully arrang- 

 ed grounds, there is something exhil- 



arating about riding, particularly fast 

 riding, the influence of which few can 

 withstand. At half-past eleven they 

 reached a lovely lake surrounded by 

 wooded hills ; a pearl in an emerald 

 setting. 



''Here's a capital place to lunch," 

 exclaimed George, and driving into the 

 woods among the large trees which 

 were quite clear of underbrush, they 

 unharnessed the horse from the car- 

 riage and tied him to a tree. 



'•'■ Guess I won't feed him yet, he's 

 rather warm," said George. 



'' How far have we come this morn- 

 ino"? twenty miles or so?" 



" Yes I think so, and I want to go 

 twenty more this afternoon." 



The boys then took their lunch 

 basket out under the ti'ees that over- 

 looked the lake and began eating 

 their lunch. 



" How good these cold biscuits and 

 tongue taste ! " cried Edward. 



"■ Yes, " replied George '•'• and the 

 doughnuts too ; in fact riding' gives me 

 such an appetite that everything tastes 

 good." 



After finishing their repast they at- 

 tended to the wants of their horse, 

 and then started down, to the lake. 

 George skipped a stone along the water 

 near the shore, and started up a Spotted 

 Sandpiper, which flew off over the wa- 

 ter uttering its cry of '' Peep, peep, 

 peep," which has doubtless given a 

 number of these biixls their name of 

 Peeps among the sportsmen. In a 

 short time they returned to their car- 

 riage and resumed their journey. As 

 they were riding slowly along, just 

 after a rapid trot of some distance, 

 Edward espied a hawk skimming along 

 close to the gi'ouud and flying towards 



