THE RURAL 
NEW-YORKER. 
BEPT. 43 
Blair, and Jean hastened to perform the necessary 
Introduction. 
The two gentlemen bowed In silence, and Miss 
McLeod went on, gaily: 
“ Mr. Blair was at Eton with Lord Sholto, Archi¬ 
bald.” 
“ Then I must havs known you there also,” said 
the Earl, turning to him with a smile. “Is your 
name Andrew? Yes, of course, I recognise you 
perfectly. Blair of Blair Gates, I am sure.” 
“ You are quite right,” said Mr. Blah-. “ I recog¬ 
nised you at once.” 
Lord I tor put out Ills hand, and they shook 
hands cordially enough, while Jean laughed as she 
watched them. 
“ Quite a coincidence^” she said gaily. “ I 
believe 1 shall llnd out that I was at school with 
you myself soon, Mr. Blair." 
“ Then you must be a believer In the doctrine 
of metempsychosis,” he answered, laughing. 
- For when 1 was at school, you must have been 
an infant, Miss McLeod, or probably not born at 
all, and your soul existed in the body or some 
young Etonian wuo was cut off in his early boy¬ 
hood." 
“ Is that a doctrine In which you have faith?” 
si e said, saucily, making room tor the Earl to sit 
down by her side. “Do they believe in the mi¬ 
gration of souls In the bush ?” 
Mr. Blair laughed also. 
“ I dare say some do,” lie said, lightly. “I do 
not hold their creed, however.” 
“ IIave you been abroad. Mr. Blair?” said the 
Earl, who had taken Jean’s fan and was slowly 
fanning her with It. 
“Yes; the last ten years of my life have been 
passed in Australia,” he replied. “I never had 
much fancy for a home life, and until four years 
ago. you know, 1 was ouly a younger son. I knew 
Blair Gates was In good hands, and that old Jar¬ 
vis would look atter my Interests there.” 
“ When did you return to England ?’’ said 
Lord Ivor, carelessly opening and shutting Jean's 
pretty fan. 
•• Three months since—in the beginning ot 
spring.” 
“l wonder we have not met,” said Lite Karl. 
• Y >u ought to have looked up some of your old 
acquaintances.” 
*• t did one or two,” he answered, carelessly. 
•• 1 trusted to chance to meet the others, and,” he 
added, more cordially, “ chance has favored me 
this once at least.” 
“ You would not Imagine that Mr. Blair had 
lived lu the bush, would/ou?” sakl Jean, laugh¬ 
ing. •• lie makes such pretty speeches.” 
•• As you are strong, be merciful.” said Andrew 
Blair, laughing. "Miss McLeod, you are so severe 
that l think It will be wiser to beat a retreat. 
lb rose as he spoke, aud Jeaulu-ld out her hand 
to him, graciously. 
1 think I may presume on Lady suolto's friend¬ 
ship SiUTlcL utly to give you permission to call.” 
she said, smlilng, “ I am on a visit to her now at 
No. li Ormerod Square.” 
“ l shall not fall to ave 11 my r self of your permis¬ 
sion,'' he answered, a pleased hash lighting up his 
dark eyes. -■Good-night, Miss McLeod," he added, 
as he bent, over tqe small gloved hand. “Good¬ 
night, Lord Ivor.” 
lie turned away', and Jeau watched Ills tall llg- 
ure as ho made his way out of the conservatory. 
“lie walks well,” she said, critically. “And 
he Is very good-looking. Don’t you think so, 
Archie ?” 
•‘Yes, dear,” answered Lord Ivor, absently. 
“ What are you tldnklug of ?” sakl Jean, in a 
moment, as she nestled closer to him. 
“ 1 was wondering what was the cause of a great 
row Blair and 1 had In our- Eton days,” he an¬ 
swered, smiling, “ 1 remember a tremendous up¬ 
roar of some kind; but I don't remember why or 
wherefore.” 
“Some boyish squabble,” Jeau said, tmUller- 
ently. “ lie seems pleasant enough, ar.d talks 
well.” 
“ If you praise him any more, my darling, I 
shall bo Jealous,” said the Earl, smiling, us he 
looked down into the charming, laughing face so 
near his shoulder. 
••Jealous, It you dare l” laughed-Jean. “1 could 
not make you jealous If l tried ever so hard, 
Archte,” 
“I don't know about that, Jeanntc,” he rejoined. 
*• But 1 confess my trust in you is so great that it 
would be dliliculc.” 
“ I am glad ot that,” she said, soril.v, resting her 
head against him with a proud gesture of perfect 
conteiiimeut; “ 1 like to think that you trust me 
fully r , dear.” 
Lord Ivor stooped aud put his Ups fondly to the 
white brow. 
”ot course 1 trust you, my dearest; because, 
though you are Just a wee bit of a lllrl, 1 know 
that no mier, s eeter woman breathes than my 
darling.” 
“ Flattery,” she said, lightly, but with happy 
eyes meeting his, with the soil love light in their 
depths. 
•• Truth,” be answered, gaily. “Now tell me, 
dear child, have you enjoyed your hall ?” 
“ Yes, very much,” was the reply. i have had 
two most perfect trots temps with captain Mur¬ 
ray, and a Lancers with Lord Sholto, who dances 
to perfection. The rest of the dances I have sat 
out.” 
- Alone, of course,” said his lordship, comically. 
“Poor child! could not get any r partners, I sup¬ 
pose?" 
“No; Is It not sad?" she replied, demurely. 
“Becoming quite a wallflower, you see.” 
Ho laughed merrily. 
“A waUiiower is one of the sweetest of Bowers 
In uiy opinion,” he said: "but l am afraid I shall 
never see you a wallflower, Jeaunle.” 
“Afraid? Why, Archie, ir you wish It, l will 
give up dancing altogether.” 
“ I should not have the heart to demand such a 
sacrifice, my darling,” he said, laughing. “ i like 
to see that my pretty love Is admired and sought 
after, although I fear sometimes that she will find 
it didl when we settle down at Glen Ivor." 
“Dull with you, Archie?" and Jeannle’a eyes 
looked at him reproachfully for a moment. 
“I retract, darling.” he replied, gaily, rondly 
closing the red lips with his own. 
“Anything Interesting at the House to-night?” 
asked Jean, in a moment, putting on a pretty air 
of serious Interest In the political welfare of her 
country'. 
“ No, not very; still that vexed subject of the 
Ragged schools Bill,” he answered, rather wearily. 
“ Will it pass, Archie ?” 
“I don t know, love; I fear not.” 
“You are tired, dear,” shesald, noting the weari¬ 
ness ot his voice. 
“A little, Jean. It s tiresome work listening to 
the same arguments time afier time.” 
“It must he,” agreed Jean. “Poor, dear, In¬ 
jured boy.” 
“Don’t laugh at me, you little witch,” he an¬ 
swered, smiling at the comlcally-pathetle face 
which Jean had assumed, “ or I shall wish you 
w r ere In the House Instead of myself.” 
“Ah! perhaps that halcyon time will come,” 
said Jeau, with her serio-comic face full of Sup¬ 
pressed mirth. “ I am looking forward to It, 
Archibald. When we, the really superior, hut pre¬ 
sumably Inferior creatures, shall have a voice In 
the affairs of state; when we shall speak, aud our 
voices shall be heard far and wide, against the 
maltreatment we receive. ” 
“Then,” she added, “Do you know, Archie, l 
think Captain Murray is railing head over ears In 
love with Ida?” 
“ Is he ? Does she seam Inclined to break his 
fall?” laughed the Earl. 
“I think she does,” nodded Jean. “Do you 
Utiiuk Lord Sholto would approve ?” 
“I dare say, love. Why not ? Murray Is an ex¬ 
cellent fellow, and well off.” 
“ He might think Ida ought to make a better 
match,” said Jean, thoughtfully. “I mean, of 
course, In a worldly point of view.” 
“ Oh! sholto Is not very worldly, dear,” he an¬ 
swered, lightly. “ 1 heard him say once that if 
Florence bad been a dairymaid he would have 
married her all the same.” 
•• But Florence was not a dairymaid, but an 
Earl h daughter, so Ills truth was not tried,” said 
Jean, laughiog. 
“ lie Is a most devoted husband, Jean,” sakl the 
Earl, rather gravely ; for Lady Sholto was hla only 
sister, and her happiness was very near his ljeart. 
“Ot course, dear Archie; no one doubts that,” 
she said, smiling. “ .Still, 1 am sure ho would not 
like ills sister to marry a dairyman.” 
•• op course not, Jean; but you don't compare 
captain Murray to a dairyman? lie would not 
feel flattered* love.” 
“ NO,” she said, laughing. “ I hope Lord sholto 
will favor Ills suit, and I am going to ask Florence 
to invite him to sholto Ilall for the shooting sea¬ 
son.” 
• Wicked little matchmaker," he said, laughing. 
•• speak or an angel, and you will see Its wings. 
Here Come Ida aud Captain Murray.” 
a tall, slender, graceful girl came quickly into 
the conservatory, leaning on the arm of a hand¬ 
some, military-looking young man. 'The Earl 
greeted live latter with a smile and nod, uucf held 
out his baud to Miss Crawford : 
•• ilavo you come to give us the signal for de¬ 
parture, kla," he said, smiling. 
*• Yes; Florence Isgoiug," she said, regretfully. 
“ she sent us for you." 
“Have you enjoyed yourself, Ida?” asked the 
Earl, as ue rose and gave Ms arm to his JUtueee. 
“ Yes, It has beeu a charming ball,” said the 
young girl, gaily, with a glance at her companion, 
“uh ! Jean, your last partner, Mr. Blair, has been 
introduced. Do you know that he knew Arthur 
when they were boys?” 
“Aud A re 111 bald also," said Jean. “Have you 
danced with him. Ida?” 
•• No, lie does not dance, seemingly ; I tMnn him 
awtully handsome.” 
"Oh! pray don't start that, theme, Ida,”said 
Lord Ivor, good-naturedly, seeing a shade cross 
the pleasant face of the young oilieer. “I am 
quite tlrod of Mr. Blair, lor Jeau has been sound¬ 
ing Ms praises ror the last half-hour.” 
•• Florence has asked him to call,” said Ida 
smiling. “ I hope he will.” 
•’ He is not your style at all Ida,” laughed Jea n. 
“ Besides, he Is a captive to my bow and spear, 
and you have noMilng to do with him, made¬ 
moiselle.” 
They had entered the ball-room; aud, as they 
slowly made i heir way to the door, hindered by 
numerous friends and acquaintances who paused 
to address them, Miss McLeod could see Mr. Blair's 
tall head over the crowd as he stood leaning 
against one of Lhe pillars ot the ball-roorn talking 
to Lady Bholto, who was a pretty, delicate-looking 
blonde, sufficiently like Lord Ivor to be recognized 
as Ids sister. 
Just as they reached them, Lord Ivor’s atten¬ 
tion was forcibly claimed by an elderly gentle¬ 
man, and wMle he stood talking to him, Mr 
Bialr offered Ills arm to Jean to take her to the 
carriage. 
“Vuu sue I have been renewing old acquaint¬ 
anceship,” he said, as they slowly made their way 
down-stairs In Lady Sholto '3 wake. - And Lady 
Sholto has kindly repeated your permission to 
call.” 
“ Yes,” Jean nodded, brightly. “ You will come, 
1 hope.” 
“Can you doubt It?” said Mr. Blair, with his 
eyes rlxed on the little white hand and slender 
wrist lying on Ms arm, and that gentle lowered 
voice which ho could assume at will; and Jean 
vvtvs silent, coloring a little, however, for Ms lone 
was very slgulOeftUve 
naif way down stall's 'liey were overtaken by 
Lord Ivor, and Mr. Blair had the pleasure of see¬ 
ing Jean turn to Mm with a bright little smile 
of pie .sure, aud he walked down beside them; 
but It was Mr. Blair who put her into the car¬ 
riage, receiving In return a merry, mocking glance 
from the bright wine-brown eyes, as bright still 
as if the evening had but just commenced, and a 
little t.oueb from the gloved hand, and then he 
had the further satisfaction of seeing Lord Ivor 
stand at the carriage-window for fully three min¬ 
utes, while Lord sholto, like patience. In a sum¬ 
mer overcoat, stood on the pavement lighting a 
cigar. 
“ I suppose your cab Is here, Ivor," he. said, as 
Ms brother-in-law relinquished the Angers he 
had held in his own during those few minutes; 
they had seemed very long minutes to Mr. Blair. 
“ Take me home, like a good fellow, I'm dying 
for a cigar.” 
“All right,” Lord Ivor said, carelessly, as his 
cab drove up, a stylish looking vehicle drawn by 
a tine black horse. “Good night, Florence; good 
night, Ida .” 
“Good-night. Captain Murray,” sakl Jean, put¬ 
ting her head our, of the window as they drove 
away. “ Remember, you arc to go with us to the 
Botanical Gardens to-morrow at three. C'esi 
coiiiHtnu "' 
The lamp-light fell full on the bright, saucy 
face as she emphasized her words with a glance 
at the young officer, which saw how Ms face 
brightened, and another at Mr. Blair’s handsome 
dark face, and the carriage drove away leaving 
the lour men standing on the broad white steps 
of Lady Kergenven's house. 
“ I suppose you are going In to have another 
turn, Murray?” sakl Lord Sholto, laughing. “You 
young fellows arc Indefatigable. Good-night,” he 
added, as he entered the cab. “Good-night. 
Blair; we shall meet soon, l hope.” 
“ I hope so.” said Mr. Blair, as he turned into 
the house again—not to dance, for the Interest In 
the ball-room had left It with Jean McLeod's 
bright face—hut to fetch Ms coat and hat; and as, 
assisted by an obsequious footman he put on Ills 
overcoat, he congratulated himself ou the lucky 
chance wMch had Induced Mm to become a Fellow 
of the Botanical since his return trorn abroad. 
(To be continued.) 
IIA AZINES. 
Appletons’ Journal for September—Con¬ 
tents: Vivian the Beauty, by Mrs. Annie Ed¬ 
wards, author of “ Archie Lovell.” “ ought We to 
visit Iter?” etc. Chapters T. to III,; French and 
English Pictures; A Venetian Night, by FUarlotte 
Adams; How to popularize Wordsworth; lhe 
Seamy Side, a Novel, by Walter Besant and James 
Klee, chapters Xlll. to xv,; The souvenirs of 
Madame Vigee Le Brun; An Hour with Thacker¬ 
ay, by Johu listen Cooke; The Grille on the 
Hearth, by James l’ayn; Uusslan Conspiracies, 
11., by Karl Blind; A Novelist of the Day. Edit¬ 
or's Table—About Melancholy again; The Poetry 
ot the Familiar; The Honors to the Prince Im¬ 
perial ; Books of the Day. 
A Venetian Night.— We paused lu the moon¬ 
light silence. There was no sound but an occa¬ 
sional quick tread along the outer walk, wMch 
died away under the arches. It is at times like 
this that Ventco Is peopled with phantoms. 
“Look there, where me moonlight falls on the 
flowers In that window: Do you not see a soaf- 
loldtng rising against the arch?” J cried to my 
companions. “ And. standing with Ms hand fol¬ 
lowing the ouillne or that robust nymph, do you 
not mark a tall, bearded figure In velvet cap and 
gown ? something bright, like steel, gleams under 
Ms long robe. As he works, he glances around, 
and now and again Ms hand leaves the brush and 
wanders to Ms side. Down below, on the elolsler- 
walk, do you mark those slight, figures In doublet 
and long hose, lurking behind the columns and 
gazing up at the painter as thohgh they would 
blight lilrn with one glance from their tierce black 
eyes? Do you know who he is, that phantom 
painter who piles his brush so busily lu the moon¬ 
light of the summer nights? It Is one Pordenone, 
who lived In the golden age ot Venice. He was all 
Ms life llred with a passion to rival Titian, the 
pride ot the republic. He painted so closely alter 
his great model, and so well wrought was hja 
work, that the disciples of the great colorist feared 
for their master’s fame and swore to annihilate 
this upstart. And so, when the monks ot San 
Stefa no ordered Pordenone to cover their elolster- 
wall with shapes ot beauty, the poor pointer was 
forced to work at his task with hts sword by his 
side, for he knew not at what moment some fiery 
Venetian youth, whose color-god was 'Titian, 
might not snatch Ms brush from hts baud and 
strangle him there ou the holy cloister-ground.” 
I can picture old Pordenone sitting up there on 
the scaffolding in the summer mornings, when the 
friars were pacing the length ot the cloisters, con¬ 
ning Lhelr mass-books or telling their beads, sdnv- 
piriK to give the painter a word of greeting, or to 
glance stealthily at the wondrous mythic shapes, 
pagan gods or goddesses In t he disguise 01 Chris¬ 
tian virtues, with which he Is covering their 
hitherto uudetlled walls. 1 wonder If then, ns 
now, the pigeons circled about the walls, drinking 
at. the hollows In the marble; If the bright dresses 
of the water-carriers flushed among the columns; 
It the country girls trudged with their baskets ot 
roses and lavender through the barren stone pas¬ 
sage ; If the wMte-kerchleted market-women bore 
their shrieking fowls head downward along the 
walk; if the tired peasants dragged their baskets 
ot purple flgs, with sweet red mouths, into the 
cloister-shade aud begged leave ot the mars to 
stand there and sell them ? How fall' and gracious 
the summer must have seemed to the painter who 
sat up there In the world of his creation! 
Voices began to echo t brought the streets from 
the groups gathered about the doorways or high 
up In the windows under the tiles- the 1101311 
voices of men drlnldug In the lighted wine-shops, 
the tender lullabies or watching mothers, the shrill 
young melody ot girls’ voices, hidden Like night¬ 
ingales In nigh leafy prisons, the passionate utter¬ 
ance of young men’s hearts. There Is a deep 
reverence for nature and the unseen In the night- 
songs ot the venet tan people. Light and gay they 
are, for they are horn of the moonlight and the 
lagoon-foam, hut. like the light and the foam, they 
are the blossoming of the heart-depths of the unl- 
verse.— Appletms’ Journal.far September. 
PuRKNor.ootCAi> Journal for September: An¬ 
drew 1). White, President of Cornell University 
and C. s. Minister to Germany; Phrenology and 
Metaphysics; Phrenology Applied; Rev. Alex¬ 
ander Clark. D. D.; Brain and Mind.—Chap. XVJ,— 
Phrenology and the Physiologists; Objections and 
Confirmations; Animal Magnetism as a Fact and 
as a curative Agent; ’The Advantages and Disad¬ 
vantages or the American Novelist.—No. ir.; In¬ 
jury of ihe Brain ; International Prison Reform.— 
No. 1.; Blonde and Brunette soldiers; Henry S. 
Drayton.—Portrait; Love of Young: A Boy all 
Over; A Family Physician, or. The Cure; Intelli¬ 
gent. Labor; Poetry.— lhe Beautiful Harvest, Our 
Dally Reckoning, Frozen to Death; Notes in 
science and Agriculture.—Pure Cistern Water, 
'Tree-Training, Discovery of 1 .’old In India, The Ve¬ 
locity of sound, Use of l'laster-of- Paris, Greek 
Bread. SoUJifled Hydrogen, Planetary conjunc¬ 
tions Again ; Editorial Items —'Then. Now, When? 
Cultivating cheerfulness, the spirit, A Leaf of 
European Travel; Answers to correspondents.— 
Original Races or Europe. Molasses and Tar, In¬ 
direct Moral 'Training, Moustache, Phrenoglcal In¬ 
stitute, Hoodlum, About children, combination 
Tor Language, etc.; What they Say —Wluit of Re¬ 
ligion Science must Recognize ; Let. us Cultivate 
It; Has Phrenology Practical value? A Kansas 
Correspondent says; one or our students, Mr. 
McLain, etc.; Personal Perns - Wisdom -Mirth- 
Library. 
The Speech ck stek. .Allusion has been made to 
the determination of a speech center by observa¬ 
tions of the phenomena of aphasia, and the re¬ 
peated examination of the brain of aphasic persons 
after death. That this center Is situated In the 
third frontal convolution near the Island of IteU 
In the left hemisphere of the brain all the physl- # 
ologlsts agree. Some, however, Dalton, Lander, 
Brunton and Ferrter, being among them, are In¬ 
clined to believe that a corresponding center lies 
In the right hemisphere. Prof. Ferrier explicitly 
says: “The speech center Is, as has been stated. 
In the great majority ot eases, situated In the left 
hemisphere. But there ts no reason beyond edu¬ 
cation, and heredity, why this should necessarily 
be so. It Is quite conceivable that the articulating 
centers of the right hemisphere shall be educated 
lu a similar manner 
A person who has lost the use ot Ms right hand 
may, by education and practice, acquire with his 
left all the cunning of Ms right. In such a ease 
t he manual motor centers ot the rlgM hemisphere 
become tliecentersof motor acquisitions similar to 
those ot the left. As regards the articulating cen¬ 
ters the rule seems to be that they are educated, 
and become thu organic seat of volitional acquisi¬ 
tions on the same side as the manual centers. 
Hence, as most people are right-handed, the edu¬ 
cation of the centers of volitional movements takes 
place in the left hemisphere. This Is borne out in 
a striking manner by the occurrence ot cases of 
aphasia with left hemiplegia in left-handed people.” 
l his reasoning accords wit h the phrenological 
doctrine or iho atntfite organization, ot the brain, 
each hemisphere being a complete, set of centers, 
moiary, sensory, and mental observers of the 
form of heads know that the left, side of the crani¬ 
um is generally larger titan the right, a natural 
consequence of the superior activity and use of the 
lert hemisphere in the mental life of men. ’The 
differences in minute structure wMch are notice¬ 
able In the right and left hemispheres of the adult 
brain, are explicable by the same law of growth 
and development which governs In Lhe case of our 
arms and hands.— ImrtiWlagfmt Journal. 
Tub American Naturalist for September. 
Contents: Adjectives ol color in Indian Lan¬ 
guages, Albert s. Gatsliet; The Habits of a Tar¬ 
antula. Mis. Mary Treat; The formation of Cape 
Cod, Warren Fpham; The Geological Museum of 
the School of Mines, Columbia college. Israel C. 
Russell. Recent Literature; Brehm's Animal Lite; 
Birds; Smith's Stalk-eyed Crustacea ot the Atlan¬ 
tic Coast; IngersoU’s Nests and Eggs of American 
Birds; Texan Ornithology; Recent Bootes and 
Pamphlets; General Notes; Botany: The Root 
of Oxalls violacea; Botanical News; Zoology: Hab¬ 
its of the Red-headed Woodpecker; Fish Notes 
trorn t he Pacific Coast; Notes ou the Apple-worm; 
Does the Snowy Owl Breed iu the United States ? 
Double-headed snakes: Amici calva ; Habits of 
Ants: A Poisonous Centipede; Anthropology; 
Mastodon. Mammoth and Man; Arehieology at, 
st. Louis and PhiladeipMa; Chungkee stones and 
Quoits; Hon Axes; Anthropological News;Geology 
aud Paleontology; A Decade of Dogs; Geologi¬ 
cal and l’akeoMologleal News; Geographv and 
Travels; The Slave Trade Ln Central Africa; 
Microscopy; Purity of Lake Water; Mtorometric 
Hiding; Scientific News; Proceedings of Scientific 
Societies; Selected Articles In Scientific Serials. 
Habits of toe Rep-head eh Woodpecker.— 
Hurl ng the past three or four years much has b<-en 
written in regard to the changes which are tak¬ 
ing place ln the habits or the red-headed wood¬ 
pecker—“a versatile bird,” to quote the apt char¬ 
acterization of Dr. Elliott cones. This bird Is 
qidte common hen:-, though I am of the opiuion 
that It is not seen in as large numbers as it was 
when the country was first .settled some twenty- 
two years ago. I have often seen them about 
my barn-yard industriously picking up corn which 
had been shelled for the swine. Generally the 
bird alights and secures a single grain, and then 
flies off to the nearest, tree-top to peck It into pie¬ 
ces and devour it at Ids leisure, returning tor others 
at frequent intervals. 1 have often watched them 
while they were making a score of these little 
journeys. In IS" ttds region was overrun with 
grasshoppers, upon which the red-headed wood¬ 
peckers feasted royally while they lasted, l saw 
the birds out on the prairie, a mile or two from 
the timber, so lutein upon catching the 'hoppers 
that they scarcely noticed one In passing, some¬ 
times they would catch a 'hopper on the wing, 
dodging arourd In a very lively manner to se¬ 
cure the insect, and again they would hunt, for 
their prey on the ground, lhe Insect, secured, 
the bird would aught on a fence-post and devour 
It. I have occasionally seen them, attended bv 
their progeu.v, ln the open fields, where the clii 
birds were engaged In oatenlug Insects for the 
clamoroti.- younglings, which had not yet. learned 
to provide fur themselves. It would seem that, 
at the rime the voting birds require so much food, 
the old ones would need some readier means of 
supply tnan would he afforded by pecking for 
grubs In decayed timber, or searching for insects 
on the outside of trees—whether 1 he •• creepers'' 
had intruded upon their domain or not, so far 
us I have been able to observe, the red-headed 
woodpecker is really a very “versatile bird.” 
evincing a readiness or resource and an easy adap¬ 
tation to his environment that are truly wonderful 
