The JMusic of the iNIarsh 



rasping "Gyck, gyck," but she does not desert lier 

 nest and eggs. True men admire motherhood. 

 No spot in their hearts is so tender as the place 

 for wife and chikh Xo siglit is so appeahng as 

 that of a mother shielding her bal)y. These birds 

 are mothers also, with true, maternal instinct. 

 When you look into the brave eyes of this feath- 

 ered mother, one of nature's shyest, wildest crea- 

 tures, that fears you as death, yet steadily remains 

 on her nest for the sake of the mites she is pro- 

 tecting, — take off your hat to one of the finest ex- 

 hibitions of courage you ever will be permitted 

 to see. 



While you are becoming acquainted with her, 

 away in the marsh the grasses ])end as liefore a 

 strong wind Avith the frantic rushes of her agon- Character- 

 ized mate, who answers her cry with a sharper '^"'^ Music 

 "Gyck, gyck," and rumbles his groaning "Um- 

 um-imi-um," making the nearest approach to the 

 boom of a bittern of any other marsh bird. It 

 may not be the most pleasing music, but coming 

 from strong characters with brave hearts, it com- 

 pels warm symj^athy alwa^'s. 



The king rail is a wader Avith slender bare legs 

 and feet, neither Avebbed nor lobed, but haA^ng 

 long, slim toes Avith sharp nails. A marsli adja- 

 cent to a coi'n field is his chosen location. His 

 faA'orite diet is seed rich in starches, from the Aveeds 

 and grasses, that make him a plump, dainty dish 



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