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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



Photo by C. A. Reed. 



Thrasher Feeding Her Young. 



her black hair fl3dng in the wind, made an attractive Pocahontas, and had 

 for the fifth time that afternoon risked life to save John Smith from the 

 tin tomahawk of a bloodthirsty savage. 



John Eagle-feather was tired, and, I am afraid, a bit cross, so when Dor- 

 othy came into camp riding upon a broomstick, and claimed the black 

 kettle which swung from three crossed sticks, for a watch's caldron, his 

 voice became as harsh as that of a bird clad all in grey, which called to them 

 from the alders Na}- ! N-a-r-y ! as he refused to play anything but In- 

 dian. 



A Maryland Yellow-throat on a grape vine swing, looked out through his 

 black spectacles and tried to plead Dorothy's cause, calling, witch-ery ! 

 witch-er}^ ! witch-ery ! But the disagreement lasted till it became a quarrel, 

 and Dorothy sought the hammock and her favorite book, and John was left 

 to play by himself. 



He found it pretty dull, and soon sallied forth on a scalping expedition. 

 He jDceped around the corner and saw that his sister was still lost in the ad- 

 ventures of "Five Little Peppers," then slipped away to the playroom where 



