A JANUARY BIRD TABLE 
| Oh, near of bein are you ae we; 
The self-same traits in both I see 
- That make us loved, or feared, or hated: 
Sure man and bird must be related: 
"Tis when around the feeding table 
All unobserved, that I am able 
To note your virtue and your sin _ 
: And feel convinced that we are kin. 
| —Nina Moore 
Who could have dreamed, walking last evening along q 
the beach in the shimmering of the new moon, which held _ 
so lightly the burden of the old one in its slender, uptilted : 
arms, that the morning would bring Whittier’s changed 
world to this Pacific region? To be sure during the night a_ 4 
few shivers had caused more covers to be pulled up about a 
one’s ears, but, when the brightening day won out against 
the comfort of an eiderdown, so as to get a lazy sleeper to 
open her eyes, the snapping air caused conditions in that 
room to change rapidly. The owner felt that she was — 
- missing something new and strange: a something, which — 
was always offering high adventures. 3 
All alone in a house on the hill-top near the Seuhs she 4 
‘felt herself a primeval woman, with all the comforts of a. _ 
modern world. After she started a roaring fire in the big . 
_ fireplace she wandered from window to window, shivering : 
_as she dressed, for “we looked upon a world unknown. On 
_ nothing we could call our own.” 
The long branches of the green ‘fir trees bent piteously ; | 
under a heavy, moist, white burden, showing by their 
attitude that they, too, had been caught unawares. The 
clothesline, the big, spoonlike madrone leaves, the drooping — 
Scotch broom, the bedraggled brown ferns, the Oregon — 
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