1 98 Bird -Lore 



the mysterious, haunting notes of the Veery, I knew that the Hebrew mother 

 wept again for her slain innocents. "In Ramah was there a voice heard, 

 lamentation and weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her 

 children, and weuld not be comforted, because they are not." 



As the gathering darkness stilled the voices of the Hermit and Veery, I 

 heard an Upland Plover trail his weird and long-drawn whistle across the sky, 

 and then there was silence, save for the plaintive call of a distant Whippoorwill 

 and the occasional hooting of an Owl from the deep woods along the river. 



