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YOL. IX. NOVEMBER, 1906. No. 5 
A Series of Interesting Letters. 
The following letters, which Mr. John 
Ferry has so kindly lent us for publica¬ 
tion in our magazine, were written to him 
by his cousin, Emerson Tuttle, and are 
printed exactly as he received them. 
Emerson Tuttle is no older than many of 
our young readers and we hope we shall 
receive, this winter, other letters as inter¬ 
esting and showing as much knowledge 
of bird-life as his. 
Westminster School, Simsbury, Conn. 
March 21st, 1906. 
Mv Dear Cousin: 
I have just gotten your letter. I am 
always glad to get one from you because 
we have so many things in common. 
I have seen more Bluebirds here to-day, 
with fourteen inches of snow, than I have 
seen at home in a month’s time. 
I remember one morning early last 
summer that I discovered a long-eared 
Owl in one of our trees. After observing 
it for some moments, I threw a stone at 
it, whereupon it began to mount sky ward, 
like a large bat, with softly flapping 
wings. I think I spoke to you about it. 
It was a most novel sight. 
I went out snow-shoeing yesterday 
and saw a few Bluebirds and also a Fox 
Sparrow. I think I wrote you that I saw 
a Meadowlark some weeks ago. 
I am keeping my notes faithfully again 
in the little red book you gave me. That 
did more toward starting me to keep ac¬ 
curate notes than anything I know of. I 
have the exact date of the Meadowlark in 
that, but can’t recall it just now. 
I still hold you to your promise of 
spending a few hours or perhaps a day 
with me afield. It has been definitely de¬ 
cided to have come me home at Easter, so 
just whistle it to the birds around Liberty- 
ville that I am liable to pay them a call, 
so as not to catch them unawares. I do 
not insist on a tramp near Libertyville. 
Anywhere that you think the birds are 
stirring, provided that it is quite a tramp 
will do. Your affectionate cousin, 
Emerson Tuttle. 
Lake Forest, Ill., April 26th, 1906. 
I sent a crow to Kaempher four weeks 
ago and received him stuffed to-day. I 
never knew till now that a taxidermist 
could mount so perfectly so large a bird. 
I would have sent it (the crow) to Mr. 
Woodruff, but feared he might be away 
and that unpleasant results might follow, 
if left till his return. 
The crow is a beauty in a coat of shin¬ 
ing steel blue-green and purplish-black, 
his beak partly open as if about to “caw.” 
He is perched on a branch in an easy 
position as if on guard, the very picture 
of a dark, silent if not gloomy sentinel. 
He has something of majesty about him 
as he stares at you unblinkingly with his 
ever watchful eye, and you could almost 
expect if you approached too near, to hear 
him sing out that ringing “caw, caw,” and 
jumping into the air flap grandly away. 
