This Partridge will usually run before the dog, is flushed only with much trouble, and often takes to the trees after being started. California is comparatively destitute of wood except on inaccessible mountain sites and canons, localities preferred by these birds. It is not known to descend to the valleys. * * * * * BOB WHITE. "I own the country here about," says Bob White; "At early morn I gayly shout, I'm Bob White! From stubble field and stake-rail fence You hear me call, without offense, I'm Bob White! Bob White! Sometimes I think I'll ne'er more say, Bob White; It often gives me quite away, does Bob White; And mate and I, and our young brood, When separate--wandering through the wood, Are killed by sportsmen I invite By my clear voice--Bob White! Bob White! Still, don't you find I'm out of sight While I am saying Bob White, Bob White?" --C. C. M. [Illustration: From col. F. M. Woodruff. CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO. MOUNTAIN PARTRIDGE. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1898, Chicago.] THE NEW TENANTS. BY ELANORA KINSLEY MARBLE. Father and mother are building a nest; They have found in Greenwood the place that is best. They are working so hard through the long summer day, Gathering grasses and hair and hay. They are so happy, for soon they will hear The eager "Peep, peep!" of their babies so dear. Dear mother, gather them safe 'neath each wing; Kind father, hasten, for food you must bring. Now mother and father will teach them to fly: "Come, timid birdies; come, try; come, try. Fly out in the Greenwood, dear birdies, with me; Then back to the nest in the dear old tree." Mrs. Wren was busy that morning. She had been away all winter, among the trees in the south, but was back in the old neighborhood now, getting her house in order for the summer season. Mr. Wren, with a number of other gentlemen Wrens, had arrived some weeks before and had been kept pretty busy looking about for a desirable apartment in which to set up housekeeping. Several had struck him as being just the thing, among them a gourd which one thoughtful family had set for a Chickadee. "I'll fetch some sticks and straws and put a few in each house," said he, with the greediness of his kind, "so the other birds will think it is rented. Mrs. Wren is so particular maybe none of them will suit her. She always wants something better than Mrs. John Wren, her cousin, and I notice Mr. John looking about in this neighborhood, too." In the low bushes and shrubbery Mr. Wren flitted from day to day, keeping his eye on one apartment, especially, which he considered particularly fine.