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aim, I fired. The smoke soou cleared away 

 enabling me to see master crow lying on the 

 ground not dead, but wing-tipped. As I 

 went towards him he regained hia feet and 

 started off at a rate of speed simply aston- 

 ishing. I Rave chase, soou overtook him, 

 and he became a prisoner, tucked snugly 

 away in my game-bag, Returning I picked 

 up my gun and partridges and was about to 

 leave, the spot, when a chery voice behind 

 me said, "Well, old boy, what luck," I 

 turned quickly and beheld my chum. This 

 was a very agreeable surprise, for I had ex- 

 pected to cover the six miles of real estate 

 that lay between me and home alone. "R." 

 like myself had been partridge hunting, but 

 not being successful had turned his partridge 

 hunt iuto rabbit hunting and now had 

 eleven of those little animals, besides a brace 

 and a half of Quail, and crow number one. 

 The time passed pleasantly and we reached 

 the city in good time. Next morning I made 

 a coop into which I put my wounded captive. 

 Upon examination, I found the second joint 

 from the end of his right wing had been 

 broken, thus making a very slight wound 

 which would heal in a day or two. He was 

 named in honor of a good-hearted old negro 

 Jim. Jim (the crow.) occupied his coop all 

 summer, but when the cool windy clays of 

 October came aud the birds began to assem- 

 ble for their journey south, I felt sorry for 

 him and one day decided to let him go. Tak- 

 ing him tenderly from his place of confine- 

 ment I tossed him high in the air, with caws 

 of joy he rose higher and higher until he 

 appeared no larger than the English Sparrow, 

 then started out in an eastern direction, and 

 soon disappeared among the clouds. That 

 night, upon returning home from school, 

 who should I see sitting on the porch, but 

 Jim. He had probably come to the -wise 

 conclusion that there was no place like home. 

 His capture took place in the spring of 1885, 

 and he remained with us until the fall of 

 1887, when he was shot by a poorly-aimed 

 riflle ball, intended for a cat, 



J. C. W., Jr., Detroit, Mich. 



Orioles as Foster Parents. 



A few weeks ago I found the nest of a 

 Baltimore Oriole. After sawing off the 

 limb from which it was suspended, I found 

 the four eggs which it contained so far in- 

 cubated as to be useless. Not wishing to 

 throw them away, I placed three of them in 

 the nest of an Orchard Oriole in the garden, 

 after removing the four . eggs which her 

 nest contained. She did not seem to know 

 the difference but continued to sit and in a 

 few days the eggs were hatched. The young 

 birds are now fully feathered and ready to 

 leave the nest. I consider this rather un- 

 usual, as the birds will frequently quit the 

 nest if at all disturbed. 



F. W: Mc O, Leighton, Ala. 



Notes From Greenbriar Co. "W. Va. 



June 11, took a fine set of four eggs of 

 the Wood Thrush. On examining these 

 eggs I foTind one had little black spots dis- 

 tributed over the surface, which would not 

 wash off. Isn't this a rare occurrence? 



June 16, found a set of six spotted eggs 

 of the Pewee. A friend brought me to-day 

 a fine specimen of the Pigeon Hawk, A. col- 

 umbarivs, which he had killed on its nest. 

 The nest contained four eggs, but my friend 

 broke three of them in shooting the bird. I 

 have positively identified the above. 



June 17, found a nest of the Cerulean 

 Warbler, D. caermlea. containing one young 

 nearly ready to leave the nest. This was in 

 the Alleghanny Mountains, 9 miles east of 

 here, (WhiteSul. Sprs.) 



On May 3, I secured a fine specimen of 

 the American Bittern, male, with the help 

 of a revolver. This is the first specimen I 

 ever saw shot in this county. 



April 11, Three Gt. Blue Herons were 

 seen, but they defied all efforts to get a 

 shot, and after staying here a few days con- 

 tinued their journey northward. 



T. S., White Sulphur Springs, W. Va. 



