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rapidly. The cock, however, did not see her, and continued the call. 

 Shortly wearying, he walked leisurely down the tree, with a most dejected 

 air, and directed his course to the food, when suddenly he espied his feeding 

 mate. He halted, stretched his neck to its uttermost length upwards, and 

 gazed upon his greedy spouse as though he could not believe his eyes, and 

 then, darting to her through the intervening grass, began feeding close to 

 her side, with a most satisfied and afifectionate demeanor. We had not 

 previously known that these birds, when left to their own pretty manner- 

 isms, and not unceasingly terrorized by the insatiable hunter, would sit and 

 sun themselves on chairs near a veranda where numerous peoples at talking. 

 Neither did we know that, after finding desirable and exceptional food, they 

 would forgo their individual hunger, until they had called to them a less 

 fortunate mate, and, above all, that they had a peculiar and little used 

 whistle for this summons, and that they would seek an altitude to make it 

 the more effective. Some of the observers of this little love scene between 

 the Quail had hunted them, with dog and gun, many seasons, in many 

 places; but I am positive that, in the future, this sport, if indulged in by 

 them at all, will give far less pleasure, because of their having been with us 

 in Florida that spring afternoon on the banks of the Halifax. 



BROWN THRASHER 



