_Two babies, not yet out of their eggshells,
hidden among the rushes_ 53
_While their children were napping, Gavia and
Father Loon went to a party_ 61
_At Work in the Plaster Pit_ 72
_The Hunting Flight_ 74
_They always chatted a bit and then went on with
their work, placing their plaster carefully_ 77
_Quaint Clay Pottery_ 81
_A Famous Landmark_ 85
_Above all other creatures of this great land he had
been honored_ 87
_The Yankee-Doodle Twins_ 90
_In this Mother Crow had laid her eggs_ 101
_"Kah! Kah! Kah!" he called from sun-up to
sun-down_ 109
_Corbie slipped off and amused himself_ 116
_She wore, draped from her shoulders, snowy plumes
of rare beauty_ 122
_Near Ardea's Home_ 124
_That criss-cross pile of old dead twigs was a dear
home, and they both guarded it_ 127
_The Flying Clown_ 135
_Peaceful enough, indeed, had been the brooding
days_ 141
_The little rascals could practise the art of
camouflage_ 144
_Suppose you should find just one pair_ 153
_Through all the lonesome woods there is not
one dove_ 158
_Once, so many flew by, that the sound of their
wings was like the sound of thunder_ 161
_Oh, the wise, wise look of him_ 165
_Solomon knew the runways of the mice_ 168
_Those five adorable babies of Solomon_ 171
_He passed the brightest hours dozing_ 174
_It was time for the Feast of the Vagabonds_ 185
_Something south of the Amazon kept calling to
him_ 189
_Nature has kept faith with him and brought him
safely back to his meadow_ 195
BIRD STORIES
I
CHICK, D.D.
Right in the very heart of Christmas-tree Land there was a forest of
firs that pointed to the sky as straight as steeples. A hush lay over
the forest, as if there were something very wonderful there, that might
be meant for you if you were quiet and waited for it to come. Perhaps
you have felt like that when you walked down the aisle of a church, with
the sun shining through the lovely glass in the windows. Men have often
called the woods "temples"; so there is, after all, nothing so very
strange in having a preacher live in the midst of the fir forest that
grew in Christmas-tree Land.
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