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it flew witli wings widely spread into a clump of 

 bushes to drive out some of" the cardinals, warblers, 

 or other small birds that might be nesting or perch- 

 ing there. I have no doubt that other stories car- 

 ried to me of some wild animal's infesting our 

 northern Indiana woods and making the night 

 hideous with its screams had their origin in nothing 

 more than a hungry, horned owl's using this orig- 

 inal method to scare up prey. 



While orchid hunting one day on the banks of 

 one of the most beautiful lakes in northern In- 

 diana — or in the world for that matter — on a moss- 

 covered log far back among the dim tamaracks 

 deep in the ooze and slime of the swamp, I caught 

 a glimpse of an exquisite shade of rose-colour. 

 Almost at the same time, our State Entomologist, 

 who was engaged in field work with me, saw it also. 

 Each of us started by a different route to make our 

 way toward it, climbing over rotten logs, clinging 

 to button bushes or swamp holly, or recklessly 

 supporting ourselves with poison sumach. We at 

 last reached the log at practically the same time 

 to see embedded among the exquisite fine moss and 

 lichens covering it, a thickly petalled flower shaped 

 much like a wild rose, lying flat and completely sur- 

 rounded by the mosses, among which it bloomed. 

 Stooping to try to trace its root system in order 

 to identify it, I discovered that it was a pink rose, 

 blown of glass, very probably carried to its location 

 far in the swamp by a crow, where it had lain until 



