186 Tue Birps Asout Us. 
“ Early in May two small eggs were laid,—a large knot-hole in the 
branch of the oak being selected as the nesting-place. . . . 
“The Indians, without exception, hold this little owl in terrible 
dread. To see one in the day or to hear its feeble cry, not unlike a 
stifled scream, is a fatal omen to brave or squaw; the hearer or near 
relative is sure to die ere the end of the moon. To kill one is an 
unpardonable heresy.” 
