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So we gave the Orioles and the rest 

 a high nose and beat it back to camp, 

 just in time to stand Retreat. 



G. E. Maxon. 

 1st Texas Sargt. N. G. 



THE TOWN POLICEMAN. 

 Lucia Lee Buchanan. 



One bright summer morning a little 

 girl sat on a low brick wall in a grove 

 of trees. She had almost fallen asleep, 

 but was startled out of her drousiness 

 by hearing a voice close at hand, say- 

 ing, "I think so too! If ever there was 

 an overbearing fellow, its Jim Crow, 

 even if he is the town policeman!" 



The little girl looked up quickly, 

 and saw that it was Robin Red Breast 

 speaking. With him sat Miss Wren, 

 who answered pertly, "That certainly 

 is the truth. Just yesterday he ac- 

 cused poor little Bob Sparrow of ruin- 

 ing Mr. Winchester's grain, and — " 



"I dare say he was there himself," 

 put in Robin, "in Winchester's flekL 

 having the time of his life, until Bob 

 came, and then, of course, he tried to 

 get him, even tried to take him to 

 jail!" 



"Well, they couldn't do it; Bob was 

 too quick for him. You know Jim is 

 always threatening to get us if we eat 

 Mr. Smith's cherries," continued Miss 

 Wren, "yet just yesterday I saw Jim 

 himself in Mr. Jones' garden eating 

 corn!" 



"Oh well!" said Robin cheerfully, 

 "it's too bad to have such town 

 officials, but at the next election, you 

 and I will try to have some other 

 policeman." 



"We surely shall! I must be going, 

 for 1 left my youngest brother eating 

 Mr. Smith's cherries, and if he eats 

 any more, he will be so drunR on 

 cherry juice he can't stand up." called 

 Miss Wren. 



"Drunk on cherry juice," echoed 

 Robin chuckling, "drunk on cherry 

 juice!" And he went his way. 



FINDING OF A WILSON THRUSH 

 NEST. 



My friend "Bud" Kaus and myself 

 were traveling on June 25th, 1916, 

 upstream by launch on the Red Lake 

 River in Northern Minnesota in a 

 rather wild district heavily timbered 

 with deciduous trees (no coniferous 

 trees growing in this section). The 

 stream is somewhat swampy where 

 we were traveling due to the back 

 water from a large dam below. We 

 noticed an American Bittern on the 

 edge of one of these sloughs and 

 steared our boat his way to investi- 

 gate. We landed on a thickly wooded 

 shore where the underbrush and en- 

 tanglements were so thick we could 

 hardly make our way. Scarcely had 

 we got up on the bank when we 

 flushed a Wilson Thrush. 



Her nest was about a foot off the 

 ground in a thicket and was loosely 

 constructed of strips of bark. The 

 remarkable thing to us was that it con- 

 tained four cowbirds' eggs and two of 

 her own greenish blue eggs. The cow- 

 birds' eggs were all somewhat large 

 and of the same shade and were evi- 

 dently laid by the same cowbird. 

 (Rather peculiar haunts for a cowbird 

 to our minds.) The Thrush is plenty 

 large to keep the Cowbird out and it 

 seemed strange to us to find them 

 there. It doubtless was a full clutch 

 of the Cowbird's eggs and makes a 

 fine specimen for our collection. 



Following are a few days of the 

 appearance of local birds or transients 

 as noted by us last Spring. Those 

 marked with a "T" do not remain 

 wiht us but pass farther north to 

 spend the winter. 



Wilson Thrush, May 7, 1916. 



Blue Bird (T), May 14, 1916. 



Robin, April 3, 1916. 



Wilson Warbler (T), May 14, 1916. 



Black Throated Warbler, May 14, 

 1916. 



