THE YOUNG ORNITHOLOGIST. 



The Young Or^nithologi^t;. 



A Montlily devoted to the promotion of the 

 Sciences of Oi'nithology and Oolosy- 



PUBLISHED BY 



ARTHUR A. CHILD, 

 64 Federal Street, - Boston, Mass. 



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The Bailey collection of eggs, number- 

 ing about 7,000 specimens, has been pur- 

 chased by Mr. N. K. Jessup and presented 

 by him to the American Museum of Nat- 

 ural History, where it is now being 

 arranged on the top floor. The collection 

 is valued at $4,000. 



We have received the advance sheets of 

 Davie's New Check-list and Key to the 

 Nests and eggs of North American Birds, 

 and are more than pleased with it, and 

 think it is an indispensable guide to the 

 identification of the eggs of our birds. 



It will contain about 200 pages, and il- 

 lustrated with seven full page engravings. 

 We will give full particulars in our next 

 issue, and extra inducements to those or- 

 dering copies of us. 



ROD AND GUN. 



SHOOTING WATERFOWL AT 

 NIGHT. 



I am going to tell the readers of the 

 Young Ornithologist of a little pleasurable 

 duck hunt after dark, wliich I was fortunate 

 enough to participate in a few weeks ago. 



A couple of my young friends had been 

 in the halnt of starting on a hunting trip 

 just at dusk in the evening, and returning 

 home about midnight with goodly sacks 

 of game ; at least they said they had re- 

 turned home about that time, and the 

 game they would exhibit the next morning 

 was undisputable evidence of the latter 

 part of statement. Now, what struck me 

 as peculiar about these excursions, was 

 that they were always undertaken on the 

 darkest of nights, when there was not the 

 least vestige of moon or stars. This puz- 

 zled me, for I had often gone "moon- 

 light hunting,'" for then the ducks could 

 be plainly seen. 



But I could not see just where my 

 friends would get in their good night's 

 shooting, when it would be as "dark as a 

 stack of black cats,"' as the poet or some- 

 body else has said. When I would in- 

 terrogate them on this subject, they would 

 only indulge in a sly, complacent smile*, 

 and say the way I could find out was to 

 accompany them. The very next night 

 was a dark cloudy chaos of atmosphere 

 and fog, so thick, in fact, you could al- 



