THE BROWN TOWHEE. 
thing to do; but once done, how simple 
and easy it proved! 
It was not long after these first short 
flights until the 5 young towhees could 
fly up and away with the best of their kind. 
Modesty Itself and her mate kept with 
them during most of the summer, for so 
successful had they been with this brood 
that no second nest was built that year. 
When the young birds had grown as large 
as their parents, and their coats had be- 
come the same soft brown, the family did 
not always remain together; but at night 
they would come together again among the 

ANONYMOUS, 
A COZY RETREAT. 
Winner of 25th Prize in Recreation’s 8th Annual 
Photo Competition. 
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thick foliage of the big live oak by the ir- 
rigating ditch. 
Thus they lived through the long, dry 
fall and rainy winter. Spring came again. 
The alfillarilla and the dark brown peonies 
were in bloom and the chilacote vines 
again ran riot over the clump of chaparral. 
Then the towhees paired again and new 
homes were made. Modesty Itself and her 
mate built again in the copsy tangle where 
we first saw them. 
Let us hope that this and the years to 
follow proved no less happy than was 
aa one during which we knew them sc 
well, 
WHIP-POOR-WILL. 
F. A, JOHNSON. 
When the old stone walls are gray in the 
shadow, 
And the campus is lonely and still, 
Then I seem to hear from my window, 
As at home on the brush-grown hill, 
That lingering, dolorous, wavering cry 
That rises and pleads till the echoes die 
In gloomy vale and evening sky — 
The heart-thrilling call of the Whip-Poor- 
Will. 
If you’d heard it once in the mountain land, 
And knew how it lures and thrills, 
It might be then you could understand 
The power of a love for the hills! 
You might understand how memory clings! 
You might understand what a fond note 
brings, 
How sweetly sad the whole strain rings— 
The lingerying cry of the Whip-Poor-Will. 
Estate Agent (to Laborer’s Son)—Here, 
my boy, where can I find your father? 
Boy—In the pig sty. sir. 
Youll know 
im by ‘is brown ’at.—Punch. 
