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sistently at it and as often as they 

 got a fair start, so sure was the bank 

 to crumble and let them down. I 

 watched them as long as I could spend 

 time, and went away and left them. 

 On my next trip, three weeks later, I 

 found they had become discouraged 

 and gone to some other place where 

 the bank was not so soft. 



BOY LOGIC. 



AMONG OUR MEMBERS. 



At the last moment before going to 

 press we have to record the sad death 

 of our former Editor, Clarence Morrill 

 of Pittsfield, July 15 at 5 P. M. Fur- 

 ther notice of same will appear in our 

 October number. 



Capt. Spinney, we learn, is likely to 

 get an appointment as keeper of a 

 light in shore very soon. We hope 

 this may come in the near future, as 

 we all want to see his smiling coun- 

 tenance once more on this terrestrial 

 earth. We need the captain at our 

 meetings, and this ought to make it 

 possible. 



We are glad to note that our for- 

 mer editor and ex-president, Hon. 

 James Carroll Mead of! North Bridg- 

 ton, has been unanimously chosen to 

 represent his district again in the next 

 session of Legislature. 



Prof. Knight expects to do a lot of 

 photographic work and also biological 

 work at Deer Isle in July and August. 

 He has recently been appointed State 

 Assayer. 



Bro. Norton states he is getting 

 some very satisfactory reports on bird 

 migration. Give him a good, full re- 

 port on fall migrations. 



By Joe Carey. 

 We boys like the April showers — 



All the drizzling and the swishing, 

 For it's just the finest weather 



For a chap to go a-fishing. 

 Then for building dams and sluices 



Or exploring new-made lakes 

 There is nothing like a freshet; 



Such a lot of sport it makes. 



All the flowers love the showers, 

 Trees and grass, and like of that, 



All except the giddy roses 

 On my sister's Sunday hat. 



Seems as if the birds sing sweetest 



Just when it has stopped a-raining, 

 And they drink and shake their 

 feathers, 



They are not a bit complaining. 

 But they don't look half so draggled, 



You can just depend upon it, 

 As the stiff and silent pigeon 



On my mother's rain-drenched 

 bonnet. 



Now it looks to me just this way — 

 That those jolly April showers 



Were not meant for hats and bonnets, 

 But for living birds and flowers. 



So there comes another question, 

 Will some woman answer that? 



Is a bird that loves the rain drops 

 Ever meant to trim a hat? 



SEGUIN LIGHT STATION, ME. 



The first arrival of spring birds thus 

 far at this station for 1902 are as fol- 

 lows: 



Slate-Colored Junco, March 8. On 

 the same day I received a fine male of 

 the Blue— wing Teal in nuptial plu- 

 mage, taken at Georgetown, Me. 

 March 12th, Robins were seen today, 

 the first ones for the season, a half 



