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hang on while being lifted way off the sand. I played with Sleepy, maybe 
close to two hours. I just kept on snapping pictures at close range and 
finished up the extra film complete. And it was fun taking that last snap. 
As I worked the stick down in the soft, loose sand, Sleepy grasped hold 
with both feet, and old “Sleepy Eyes” stayed on while I raised my arm 
and held it out at length, and bracing the end of the stick against the 
trunk of a tree, and holding the camera in the other hand, snapped that 
last picture. Some say the face looks like a monkey-face. I left old 
Sleepy by that big tree, with my best wishes. 
And so endeth this true story about Old Sleepy Eyes 
Now dear Betty Ann, I most sincerely wish you speedy recovery. 
May you feel better and better, day by day, and soon be feeling fine again. 
Cheerio,— — — 
Your uncle, 
HERBERT. 
(We appreciate the permission received to reprint the above letter, 
written to Miss Betty Ann Billings by her uncle, Mr. Herbert A. Beenk, 
and the use of the original photographs which were supplied by him. 
—Editor.) 
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Qnethies cratwor thes Ghat 
By Amy G. BALDWIN 
THERE IS A REAL TREAT in store for anyone who has an opportunity to 
study the yellow-breasted chat, either in migration or on his breeding 
grounds. 
Roger T. Peterson says, ‘‘Except for its color the chat seems more like 
a catbird or a mocker than a warbler. Its superior size (considerably 
larger than a sparrow), its rather long tail, its eccentric song and actions, 
and its brushy habitat, all suggest those larger birds. Both sexes are plain 
olive-green above with white ‘spectacles’; the throat and breast are bright 
