AXTDtrBON — THE HUNTER-NATURALIST. 99 



witli wMch some of them, wliile yet unfledged, removed them- 

 selves from danger to secui-ity. 



I grew up, and my -wishes grew with my form. Those 

 wishes, kind reader, were for the entire possession of all that I 

 saw. I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with 

 Nature. For many years, however, I was sadly disappointed, 

 and forever, doubtless, must I have desires that cannot be 

 gratified. The moment a bird was dead, however beautiful 

 it had been when in life, the pleasure arising from the pos- 

 session of it became blunted ; and although the greatest cares 

 were bestowed in endeavors to preserve the appearance of 

 nature, I looked upon its vesture as more than sullied, as 

 requiring constant attention and repeated mendings, while, 

 after all, it could no longer be said to be fresh from the 

 hands of its Maker. I wished to possess all the productions 

 of nature, but I wished life with them. This was impossible. 

 Then what was to be done ? I turned to my father, and 

 made known to him my disappointment and anxiety. He 

 produced a book of Illustrations. A new life ran in my 

 veins. I turned over the leaves with avidity ; and although 

 what I saw was not what I longed for, it gave me a desire to 

 copy Nature. To Nature I went, and tried to imitate her, 

 as in the days of my childhood I had tried to raise myself 

 from the ground and stand erect, before Nature had imparted 

 the vigor necessary for the success of such an undertaking. 



How sorely disappointed did I feel for many years, when 

 I saw that my productions were worse than those which 1 

 ventured (perhaps in silence) to regard as bad, in the book 

 given me by my father ! My pencil gave birth to a family 

 of cripples. So maimed were most of them, that they re- 

 sembled the mangled corpses on a field of battle, compared 

 wi1;h the integrity of living men. These difficulties and dis- 

 appointments irritated me, but never for a moment destroyed 

 the desire of obtaining perfect representations of nature. — 

 The worse my drawings were, the more beautiful liid I see the 



