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pointed subspkerical in shape, is b 
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than that of the Marsh Hawk. But 
this I did not a\curately know when, j 
ting between myXeeth the discipline , 
great disappointment, I packed and sta 
for home. Straight horth by the Burl 
ton Route I came, across the monotor 
miles of flooded Iowa bottoms. At O 
ha, unluckily, I took the Minneapolis ( 
vention delegate laden express, whe 
was standing room only, in coach 
sleeper. But in the early morning 
tapped the “Northwestern” at Kas 
and I went flying home in a half err 
train, through the sweet but dusty J 
morning air, three days earlier than I 
been expected. Half dead for want 
sleep, I plodded homeward across 1 
with the lightest and most precious of 
l l, gg a g e - I opened the dining-room c; 
and stood expectant. There was a ru 
of skirts, a sound of hurrying feet, a vi 
of two bright eyes, and the sound of a vo 
“ Well, you dear, dirty old — ” 
P- B . Peabo, 
Nesting of the Broad-winged Hawk. 
I enter Buteo latissimus as a tolerably 
common breeder here, as I know of four 
nesting localities within five miles of this 
village, and had I time to explore suitable 
territory during the meeting season, doubt- 
] less many more would be found. 
! Speaking of the Broad-wing, calls up 
j Peasant remembrances of my first acquain- 
| tance with the nesting of this species, and 
it was the first Hawk’s egg to enter my col- 
lection. Although it was taken over ten 
years ago, the scenes and incidents of the 
trip are as fresh in my memory as though it 
were yesterday. I have no need to refer to 
my note-book to give the data. 
May 6, 1883, I was searching for nests in 
the large tract of timber known as the 
“Eighty Acres.” Coming out on the brink 
I of a hill, where the forest slopes down to the 
banks of Black Brook, the object for which 
I had so long and eagerly tramped the woods 
met my view, sitting quietly on her nest. 
Some distance below I saw a Hawk and I 
hurried down. She reluctantly left at my 
approach, but kept about the nearest trees 
uttering her sorrowful, pleading notes until 
I left the vicinity. The tree was a rather 
I scrubby white oak, easy to climb. I was 
soon at the nest, twenty-five feet up in a 
crotch near the top. It was small in diam- 
eter, but deep and with a shallow nest cavity, 
there on a lining of bark strips, scales of 
hemlock bark and green sprigs of hemlock, 
lay a beautifully marked egg. The mark- 
ings are bright russet, on a ground color of 
greyish-white, with a slight tinge of green- 
ish. They are very heavy, and evenly dis- 
tributed over the entire egg ; very little of 
the true ground color shows ; here and there 
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