It would drive out trespassing cattle as courageously as a dog and, unlike most busybodies, was a universal favorite and pride of the village.--_Cornhill Magazine._ [Illustration: From col. Chi. Acad. Sciences. LEAST BITTERN. Copyright by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1898, Chicago.] THE LEAST BITTERN. Throughout the whole of temperate North America and tropical America to Brazil, this, the smallest of the Bittern family, is a well-known bird, but being a nocturnal species, inhabiting the almost inaccessible swamps and boggy lands that are covered with a dense growth of canes, reeds, and rushes, it is seldom met with. Mr. Davis calls it an extremely interesting little bird, of quiet, retiring habits. In some places as many as a dozen or twenty pairs breed along the grassy shores of a small lake or pond. The nest is placed on the ground or in the midst of the rankest grass, or in a bush. It is often placed on floating bog, and is simply a platform of dead rushes. This bird has many odd habits. When standing on the edge of a stream, with its neck drawn in, it is often taken for a Woodcock, the long bill giving it this appearance. It is so stupid at times that it may be caught with the hand. The Least Bittern is usually seen just before or after sunset. When startled it utters a low _gua_, and in daylight flies but a short distance, in a weak, uncertain manner, but at dusk it flaps along on strong easy wing, with neck drawn in and legs extended. The eggs of this species are usually from two to six in number, and of a pale bluish or greenish-white. If approached while on the nest, the female generally steps quietly to one side, but if suddenly surprised, takes to flight. The Least Bittern is known by many local names. In Jamaica it is called Tortoise-shell Bird and Minute Bittern, and in many localities Little Bittern. * * * * * "All Nature is a unit in herself, Yet but a part of a far greater whole. Little by little you may teach your child To know her ways and live in harmony With her; and then, in turn, help him through her To find those verities within himself, Of which all outward things are but the type. So when he passes from your sheltering care To walk the ways of men, his soul shall be Knit to all things that are, and still most free; And of him shall be writ at last this word-- 'At peace with nature, with himself, and God.'" THE BALDPATE DUCK. "There seem to be as many Ducks as there are Owls," remarks Bobbie. "This fellow is called Baldpate, but he's not bare on top of his head like Gran'pa, at all." "No, his head is feathered as well as any Duck's head," replies mamma. "I remember hearing him called the Widgeon, I think." "Yes, that's what it says here, the American Widgeon, a game bird, you know, mamma." "Yes, its flesh is very delicious, almost as good as the Canvas-back."