Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
Here his keen eyes glancing around caught a 
glimpse of a brownish-looking lump like an autumn 
leaf or a moth cocoon. 
“Took, took,” murmured the Jay. ‘What is 
that?” It hung from the lower side of a limb. 
The Jay hopped just above it. The slight jarring 
of his weight caused two tiny blinky eyes to open, 
but the sunlight was blinding, the owner was i 
helpless, and with one fell blow of his sharp bill 4, a5 
the Bluejay split its skull. The brown form of 
the Bat shook in the final throe, fell from the, 
perch and was lost to view, while the Bluejay 
croaked and “‘he he’d’’ and went on in the rounds 
of his evil life. 
That was theend of Little Brother. 
His mother and brother knew he was killed, 
but they could see little of it in the brightness; 
they were sure only of this: they never saw him 
again. 
But a man, a good naturalist, was prowling 
through the woods that day with trout rod in 
hand. It was too hot to fish. He was lying under 
a tree in the shade when the familiar voice of the 
Bluejay sounded above him. He saw nothing of 
the bird. He knew nothing of its doings over- 
head, but he did know that presently there flut- 
tered down a beautiful form, the velvet and silver 
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