110 THE FRIENDSHIP OF NATURE 



Whether the darting bird really pushed 

 the little one up, or only made the 

 rush to startle it to sudden action, I 

 could not discover, but in a flash the 

 deed was accomplished and the bird 

 righted and led into a bushy cover. 

 The visiting swallows wheeled and 

 lisped for a minute, and then were 

 engulfed by the sky as mist in the air 

 blends with the sunlight. 



Tell me, positive science, were these 

 manoeuvres merely instinctive? Or, 

 if you cannot, then confess bravely 

 that there are things that you may not 

 fathom. 



