10 THE AUDUBON? BULL Drie 
tried to swallow a crayfish which had gotten sidewise across its beak, 
and the resultant struggle made an interesting bit of film. 
The young abandoned the nest on the eighth day, when they heard us 
approaching through the marsh, but we found them near by. They 
refused to remain in the nest, however, so our work with this little 
family was over. The young were banded, and as it was then very late 
in July and the young birds were grown, we left the marsh well satisfied 
with the season’s work. 

WHITE THROAT 
Again I hear the wand’ring white throat sing 
His little wistful song of loneliness, 
As icy sweet as water from a spring 
Which flows in some far northern wilderness. 
It is not sad, but in the autumn sun 
He knows the coming winter; the faint breath 
Of pale late flowers haunts the fluted run— 
Bravely he sings the sure approach of death. 
HeEven Gray KYLE. 
