A CURIOUS TRADITION. 89 
Nuttall, the north country nurses would have it that the 
owl was a daughter of Pharaoh, and when they heard it 
hoot on a winter’s night, they sang to the wondering child— 
“Oh! 656,635; 
I once was a king’s daughter, and sat on my father’s knee, 
But now I’m a poor hoolet, and hide in a hollow tree.” 
There is much difference of opinion amongst naturalists 
as to whether the power of hooting and shrieking is 
possessed by the same species. In the following passage 
from Fulins Caesar (Act i. Sc. 3), both sounds are at- 
tributed to the same bird :— 
“ Yesterday the dzrd of night did sit, 
Even at noonday, upon the market-place, 
Hooting and shrieking.” 
It is generally supposed that the common barn or white 
owl does not hoot, but only shrieks, and is, in fact, the 
bird always alluded to as the “screech-owl,” while the 
brown owls (Strix otus, brachyotus, and aluco) are the 
hooters— 
“ The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots.” 
Midsummer Nights Dream, Act ii. Sc. 2. 
But Mr. Colquhoun, speaking of the white or barn owl, 
says,* “It does hoot, but very rarely. I heard one six 
times in succession, and then it ceased.”° Sir William 
* “ The Moor and the Loch.”’ 
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