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following the storm (and it was chilly too), we 
had counted twenty birds that had come to our 
feast. They included chickadees, nuthatches, 
hairy-woodpeckers, downy-woodpeckers, a lone 
robin and a bluejay that stayed, however, but a 
short time and seemed to scare away the other 
birds by his autocratic presence. As yet the jun- 
coes would not come, and the sparrows were too 
demurely retiring in their inherent disposition to 
venture very near. 
To project your friendship upon the birds too 
fast often spells disaster to your hopes. I con¬ 
tinued my careful visits to and from the tree, 
once placed more seed in the box and to my own 
amazement found, that, sooner than I suspected, 
the birds showed a perfect fearlessness. I re¬ 
turned to the cabin door with a thrill of joy in 
my breast. Thus far I had been in perfect ac¬ 
cord with all the systems of friendship-winning; 
and the birds were getting so used to us that 
soon would come the time when I could add 
another enthusiastic length to my process. On 
the fourth day I decided to make a test-case of 
it. Leaving the doorway in an easy, swinging 
gait I walked up to the tree, humming a light 
tune, with a luscious selection of suet and meat 
in my hand. I lifted this toward the tamest of 
the chickadees and half-averted, half-rested my 
eyes upon him. He paused, with head sidewise 
and much to my amazement hopped to a limb 
near, and warbling a ludicrous strain of content¬ 
ment drove a penetrating peck decisively into my 
suet. I tried a broad old smile on him and 
winked an eye- Thus, further soothed, he gayly 
danced down to my hand and I felt soon there¬ 
after the little claws biting into my thumb. I 
had won! 
But not entirely. Friendship must be made 
with an iron-imbedded foundation. Friendship 
is—and is not. Some friendships last but a trifle 
of time; others remain firm and sound forever 
and aye. So did I especially want this friendship 
to be. So the next day I made another trip to 
the tree with the set determination held at the 
know that I meant what I done—that it was not 
a low-down, evil scheme hatched in a degen- 
horizon of my conception that my friend should 
erated brain to thus better contrive his undoing. 
He was hammering at the northeast corner of 
section number two of township seven on the 
suet. I chose to believe that he had struck any¬ 
thing but gold and that in his wee bit of a com¬ 
prehensive, unadulterated brain he remembered 
the fact that some time before I had handed him 
something supremely better, and that I was going 
to do the same thing now. Did he remember? 
He did. Very much so. When he saw that hand 
risen he knew my dirty brown fingers would not 
clutch at his small throat; and danced spiritedly 
down and was soon very much engrossed in the 
process of eliminating from his minute system a 
pain caused by troublesome hunger. I kept talk¬ 
ing all the time to him, calling his attention to 
the fact that we had met before; I told him of 
sunset skies, and swaying trees, and many other 
things and smiled much, tickled to think I had 
him more than ever won. I let him peck away, 
and then he flew off. But he came back and lit 
again on the thumb perch. Victory Number 3 
railroaded through. For fifteen or twenty min¬ 
utes I stood there, alternately raising and lower¬ 
ing the hand a bit now and then; finally I held 
him out on the suet and thumb at arm’s length. 
No fluttering disturbance occurring, I drew him 
an inch nearer. He warbled a melodious “dee” 
and continued his operations. I lifted him up 
even with my head. He thought this was just 
about the biggest piece of happiness that had ever 
giddily whirled into his little life. He seemed 
to say: “Go as far as you like and see if I care!” 
I extended the finger of the left hand and 
touched him, but he didn’t just like this and flew 
up in the tree. However, I had accomplished 
my intended aim, and it remained now only to 
proceed with continued body relaxation. Fred 
repeated for the tenth time that he couldn’t see 
how in the world I could do it. He told me that 
he could go among 'birds all his life, holding out 
even pumpkin pies and Boston baked beans and 
he doubted, whether, even given these personified 
stepping stones to epicureanism, if any, even 
crows, would come near enough to him for a 
howdy-do handshaking. 
The birds continued to arrive at the feast; ad¬ 
ditions to the lordly clan came and departed and 
as it was needed, so I replenished with seed from 
the bag. The chickadee I had enticed into the 
folds of my friendship at last became so cock¬ 
sure of my goodly intentions that he would perch 
upon my thumb or shoulder at the least sugges¬ 
tions from me so to do. One other visitor at 
Wood Hollow Cabin was our friend, the hoot- 
owl. This bundle of condensed wisdom, needing 
