The OOlogist. 





Vol. 



XXXIV. 



No. 7 Albion, 



N. 



Y., 



, July 15, 



1917. 





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sole No. 



860 





Owned and Published Monthly, 



byR. 



M. 



Barnes, 



Albion, N. 



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A Blunder, Its Punishment and a Cor- 

 rection 



In the last issue of THE OOLOGIST 

 pages 118-119 appeals one of those 

 peculiar mix-ups which result from an 

 attempt at publishing a magazine five 

 hundred miles from home, and yet it 

 is not altogether the printer's fault. 



Our friend Reinecke, than whom no- 

 body stands any higher as on ornithol- 

 ogist, contributed the printed article 

 on the subject of the Phalaropes. In 

 some manner a reproduction of Audu- 

 bon's famous drawing representing two 

 (cross-eyed) Great-horned Owls was 

 printed with this article, as a picture 

 of the Phalaropes. How such a mis 

 take could occur is beyond imagina- 

 tion, and we would suppose that even 

 a printer could tell the difference. But 

 our friend Eddy, who has printed the 

 magazine since its first issue, writes 

 us that he is just preparing to go 

 away for his summer vacation, and 

 "v^e know from experiences that when- 

 ever a printer sees the prospect of a 

 vacation in sight, he not only wouldn't 

 know the difference between a Phala- 

 rope and a Horned Owl, but he 

 wouldn't know the difference between 

 a vacation and a two dollar bill so we 

 will forgive Eddy if Reinecke will for- 

 give us. ^ 



In fact .Reinecke has to forgive us. 

 He is too far away to reach us, and 

 we have already received our punish- 

 ment; because but a few days after 

 the publication of this most extra- 



ordinary blunder, ye Editor fell in 

 his conservatory at home and now 

 carries a broken left arm in a cast, 

 after having graduated from one of the 

 Chicago hospitals. We think this 

 punishment enough and of course we 

 believe that Reinecke will agree with 

 us. 



The Editor. 



Bird Collecting In Eastern Colombia 



Paul G. Howes 



II 



We arrived at Puerto Colombia late 

 in the afternoon of January 19th and 

 were taken over a long pier In a 

 rodiculously small railway train, 

 from the steamer to the little town. 

 Here indeed is a speck of a town 

 worthy of its Spanish name, a place 

 where the people live their lives in 

 peace, unmolested and unspoiled by 

 the foreign element. The town in all 

 consists of a single street, lined on 

 either side by little bleached houses 

 whose roofs of palm leaves lend to it 

 an almost uncivilized atmosphere. 

 Here and there a watchful vulture may 

 be seen sunning itself upon the roof of 

 a hut; little donks travel up and 

 down the street laden with varied 

 human quota and their wares; and 

 even the minute puffing locomotives 

 are so quaint that they rather add to 

 the interest of the town. 



For the night, which was our first 

 upon Colombian soil, we were quar- 

 tered in one of these thatched huts 



