»i Tfo Hawk*?* O, and O. 



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And then, for many a lonely hour, 



While Night its mourning robe 

 Unfolds upon departed day, 



And follows 'round the Globe, 

 When men of toil in sleep do rest, 



And Summer sounds are still, 

 Near where his consort has her nest, 



Calls loud the Whip-poor-will. 



The Indian, startled by the sound, 



Awhile in terror stands; 

 perhaps it is his father's shade 



Come back from Spirit Land, 

 Lamenting for the hunting grounds 



Where once o'er plain and hill* 

 Sensed to take his daily rounds, 



Free aa the Whip-poor-will. 



But new, alas-, another race 



Posses* his ancient lands. 

 And he, downtrodden and oppressed, 



"No more his chief commands," 

 What wonder, then, he should lament 



For all his race's ill, 

 Ami fear the spirit of the dead 



Was in the Whip-po»r-will. 



SfOTESONTHE PASSERES OF FULTON COUNTY, 

 ■■ - KENTUCKY, 

 (Continued from page 17.) 



BY L. O, PINDAB, 



I hate chosen the Tufted Titmouse as the representative bird 

 of the family Paridce, in this article. It is a common resident 



