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OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE WISCONSIN AND ILLINOIS AUDUBON SOCIETIES. 
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Published by the Wisconsin Audubon Society, at Appleton, Wisconsin. 
Entered as second-class matter May 16. 1904 at Appleton, Wis., under the act of Congress of Mar. 3, ’79. 
VOL. VIII. 
SEPTEMBER, 1905. 
NO. 3 
To a September Whip-poor-will. 
Oh, happy whip-poor-will, 
Still singing in the dark, 
In May we hailed your song 
And often stayed to hark— 
Dear Whip-poor-will. 
Through June and hot July 
You cheered the mellow eves; 
When shown the harvest moon 
You piped among the sheaves, 
Still Whippoorwill. 
May I learn, evening bird, 
From your bright, cheerful song 
Some bit of wisdom true 
To help my life along, 
True Whippoorwill? 
“When you are sad and weary 
And fail to reach your mark, 
Keep your courage bravely 
By singing in the dark,” 
Says Whip-poor-will. 
—Ivy Carpenter Fisher. 
A Robin Story. 
It was a dry, dusty, disagreeable spring; 
no rain had fallen for weeks; all the cis¬ 
terns were dry and people coughed and 
sneezed from the dirt and dust they in¬ 
haled. May flowers were short-stemmed 
and stunted, and everybody longed for 
rain. 
Tt was at this time that a young cou¬ 
ple decided to build a home, and chose 
a spot in the north part of the town. 
They wanted mortar for the walls of their 
house, but no water was within reach, 
not a brook or puddle any where around. 
They dug up roots of dry grass and took 
the moist soil from underneath, but it did 
not work well and would not hold to¬ 
gether firmly enough the sticks and straw 
used. 
Finally the house was finished, made 
as neatly as it could be under the dis¬ 
tressing circumstances, and the little 
couple went to housekeeping. 
One day when the young robins were 
a few days old, (oh, didn’t I tell you that 
they were a couple of robins? Well, they 
were!) a terrible wind, and rain 
storm came up, and the home not being 
firmly fastened because of the dry earth 
used for mortar, was blown down, and a 
tramp cat hearing the cry of distress from 
the parent birds, and understanding , went 
and devoured the little ones. For days 
the little couple were seen about the 
neighborhood, but nobody noticed them, 
nobody cared for their pitiful calls, be¬ 
cause they did not understand robin 
language. 
But, (as you all know, I am sure) rob¬ 
ins nest twice a season; so this little cou¬ 
ple decided to build in another part of 
the town. One day while looking for a 
site, Mr. R. heard a whistle; it sounded 
strangely familiar. Yes, there it was 
again—a danger call, and then a woman 
quickly ran out of a house near by and 
said, “S-c-a-tt, you horrid cat!” and then 
a robin flew up into the tree overhead. 
Mr. R. heard her say laughingly, “I don’t 
know what, you robins would do if I 
didn’t watch the cat for you!” So Mr. 
R. decided that this must be a good 
neighborhood. The weather was very 
hot by this time and the season still a 
