SOME BIRDS 



it was not Luther's Hymn I heard him singing 

 the next moment. The loon had hatched in 

 the cozy underwear, and whatever of the contents 

 of the egg he had not needed, he just left where 

 it was, or trailed it about in his explorations. 

 Some years afterwards the Professor called on me 

 at a Boston hotel, and finding no cards about 

 him, obtained a blank one from the clerk. This 

 was the inscription upon the card : — 



The Ruffed Grouse, called the Partridge (or, 

 to be accurate, Patridge) in Maine, and known 

 as a Pheasant farther south, was a regular resi- 

 dent of the island some years before we owned 

 it ; but sportsmen landing there in the fall were 

 able to kill every bird, for they could not fly 

 to the shore, and therefore their extermination 

 was comparatively easy and certain. For some 

 years after our arrival none of these birds visited 

 us ; but one spring, on the breaking up of the 



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