NESTLINGS OF FOREST AND MARSH 
shoe string, a bit of calico, a gay ribbon, 
the flaxen wig of a small doll, horse hair, 
feathers, and rootlets combined to form its 
walls and lining. The feathers were mostly 
on the outside, woven in so as to wave wildly 
and add to its general air of rakishness. It 
was well suited in construction and appear- 
ance to the harum-scarum, devil-may-care 
occupants. When we looked in first, there 
were four white eggs with brown spots at the 
larger end, lying with points toward the 
centre after the manner of game-birds' eggs. 
The mother seemed to be seldom at home 
but always in some neighboring tree, whence 
she swooped down upon us with relentless 
fury. When the young were out of the shell, 
the anger of both parents increased at any 
approach to the nest. Fortunately for the 
poor orioles, their babies were hatched and 
gone before the young kingbirds made their 
debut, or I fear even their courage would 
not have withstood the tyranny of the fly- 
catchers. The male stood daily upon a con- 
spicuous perch with a chip upon his shoulder, 
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