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  BIRDS AND NATURE.

  ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY.

  VOL. VIII.         DECEMBER, 1900.          NO. 5.




  CONTENTS.


                                                            Page
  DECEMBER.                                                  193
  THE WESTERN HORNED OWL.                                    194
  THE OWL.                                                   198
  THE LONG-CRESTED JAY.                                      201
  THE SUNRISE SERENADE.                                      202
  A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES.                                 203
  THE FULVOUS TREE-DUCK.                                     204
  HOW THE SWIFTS CAME TO BUILD IN AUNT DOROTHY'S CHIMNEY.    207
  THE RED-BREASTED SAPSUCKER.                                213
  A WHITE TABLE IN THE WOODS.                                214
  THE MOON-BABY.                                             215
  THE CECROPIA AND PROMETHEA MOTHS.                          216
  A PLEA FOR LEGISLATIVE PROTECTION.                         221
  THE DOG AND ITS ANCESTORS.                                 225
  A FAVORITE HAUNT.                                          227
  CARNIVOROUS PLANTS.                                        228
  MAPLE LEAVES.                                              232
  MAY-APPLE.                                                 235
  INDEX.




DECEMBER.


    The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
    Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed;
    Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
    The brook its frozen architecture makes,
    And under bridges white its swift way takes.
    Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
    Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
    His message hostile, gently, for their sakes
    Who listened, might reveal it by degrees.
    We gird against the cold of winter wind
    Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
    In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
    And every shortening day, as shadows creep
    O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.
                                        --Helen Hunt Jackson


    Best of all, old King December,
    Laughs beside the burning ember,
    With his children round his knees,
    And a look of jovial ease.
    He is crowned Lord of Misrule--
    Here's his Queen, and there's his fool.
    He is wreathed with frosty green,
    And ever the gay song between
    "Wassail!" shouts he, "health to all!"
    And re-echoes the old hall.--
                          Kind December!
                              --Walter Thornbury, "The Twelve Brothers."

Copyright, 1900, by A. W. Mumford.




THE WESTERN HORNED OWL.

(_Bubo virginianus subarcticus._)

"Bird of the silent wing and expansive eye, grimalkin in feathers,
feline, mousing, haunting ruins and towers, and mocking the midnight
stillness with thy uncanny cry."--_John Burroughs, Birds and Poets._


Among the birds of prey (Raptores) none are better known, more written
about or more cosmopolitan than that nocturnal division (Family
Strigidae), which includes the two hundred or more species of Owls.
From the Arctic regions of the north to the Antarctic regions of the
south they are known. Most of the genera are represented in both
hemispheres, though eight are peculiar to the Old World and three to
the New. The majority of the species finds a home in the forests,
though a few live in marshes and on the plains. Some invade the
buildings of civilization and may be found in the unfrequented towers
of churches and in outbuildings.

Disliked by all birds its appearance during the day is the signal for a
storm of protests and, knowing that there is little need of fear of his
power at this time, they flock about him, pecking and teasing him till
he is obliged to retreat to his obscure roosting place.

The Owls in most countries of both the New World as well as the Old are
regarded as birds of ill omen and messengers of woe, and are protected
from harm by some uncivilized and superstitious peoples, some believing
that spirits of the wicked reside in their bodies. By others they have
been called "Devil's Birds." The belief of some unlearned people in the
close relationship of the Owl with death and the grave dates back at
least to the time of Shakespeare, who speaks of the Owl's hoot as "A
song of death." Among the ancient races only the Athenians seem not to
have possessed this popular fear and superstition. They venerated the
Owl and regarded it as the favorite bird of Minerva. On the other hand
the Romans looked upon the Owl with fear and detestation, dreading its
appearance as the embodiment of all evil and the omen of unfortunate
events to come. By them the Owl was consecrated to Proserpine, the wife
of Hades and queen of the underworld. Pliny tells us that the city of
Rome underwent a solemn cleansing because of the visit of one of these
birds. When the unearthly character of their cries and their quiet,
spirit-like motion, as they fly through the night hours, are taken
into consideration, it is not surprising that they have been and are
held in awe and dread by many people. The characteristics of the two
sexes are practically the same, except that the female is somewhat the
larger. The young resemble the adults, but are usually darker in color.
Excepting those species that are whitish in color, the Owls are usually
a mixture of black, brown, rufous gray, yellow and white, and barring
is common on the wings and tail. Their bills are blackish, dusky or
yellowish. Their eyes are so fixed that they have little power of
turning the eye-balls and thus are obliged to turn the head when they
wish to change their range of vision. This they do with great rapidity,
in fact, the motion is so rapid that without close observation the bird
seems to turn its head in one direction for several revolutions if the
object looked at passes around the perch upon which the Owl rests.
A remarkable characteristic is the reversible fourth toe or digit,
enabling the Owl to perch with either one or two toes behind.

  [Illustration: WESTERN HORNED OWL.
                 (Bubo virginianus subarcticus.)
                 About 1/3 Life-size.
                 FROM COL. F. M. WOODRUFF
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]

Mr. Evans tells us that "the note varies from a loud hoot to a low,
muffled sound or a clear, musical cry; the utterance of both young and
adults being in some cases a cat-like mew, while the screech-owl
snores when stationary. The hoot is said to be produced by closing the
bill, puffing out the throat, and then liberating the air, a proceeding
comparable to that of the Bitterns. On the whole the voice is mournful
and monotonous, but occasionally it resembles a shrill laugh." The
utterances of the Owls are, however, quite various. Some species will
give a piercing scream and hiss like an angry cat when disturbed.

The Western Horned Owl of our illustration is a variety of the Great
Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) of eastern North America. It has a wide
and extensive range reaching from Manitoba, on the north, into the
table-lands of Mexico on the south and eastward from the Pacific coast
across the Great Plains. Occasionally specimens are taken as far east
as the states of Illinois and Wisconsin. It is replaced in the Arctic
regions by the Arctic Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus arcticus), which
is lighter in color, its range only reaching as far south as Idaho
and South Dakota. The Western Horned Owl breeds nearly throughout its
range. It is of interest that this Owl is not an inhabitant of high
altitudes but rather of the foothills and more open country of its
range. The Dusky Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus saturatus), the darkest
colored of all the owls, taking its place in the higher regions.

In its habits it is closely related to its eastern relative. It has
a similar call note and is as destructive. It feeds on grouse and
ducks as well as other species of valuable food water-birds. It also
kills many forest birds that are useful to man as insect destroyers.
It is said that they will feed on mammals, such as pole cats, prairie
dogs, squirrels, rabbits and other rodents. But this is not the worst
crime of this marauder, for when it visits the more thickly inhabited
districts it appreciates the delicacies to be found in the poultry
yards of the farmer and kills far more than it needs to satisfy its
appetite.

With regard to the nesting habits of this Owl, Captain Charles Bendire
says: "While perhaps the majority of these birds resort to hollow
trees or old nests of the larger hawks and of the common crow, quite
a number nest in the wind-worn holes in sandstone and other cliffs,
small caves in clay and chalk bluffs, in some localities on the ground,
and, I believe, even occasionally in badger holes under ground. On
the grassy plains in the Umatilla Indian Reservation, in northeastern
Oregon, I have several times seen Owls of this race sitting on the
little mounds in front of badger or coyote burrows, near the mouths of
which small bones and pellets of fur were scattered about. While unable
to assert positively that they do actually breed occasionally in such
holes, the indications point that way, and this would not seem to be
due to the absence of suitable timber, as an abundance of trees grow
along the banks of the Umatilla river not more than a mile away. When
nesting in trees, large cottonwoods, sycamores, willows, pecans, pines,
oaks and firs are generally preferred. In regions, however, where heavy
timber is scarce, they content themselves with nests in small mesquite
and hackberry trees, frequently placed not more than ten feet from
the ground." Captain Bendire also states that they have been known to
use the nests of the black-billed magpie, either laying their eggs on
the inside of these curiously built and enormous structures or on the
broken-down roofs. These nests are well adapted to the requirements
of the Owl, for they vary from one to three feet in diameter and are
constructed in a very substantial manner. The foundations consist of
twigs held together with mud, and upon this, built of smaller twigs, is
the nest, which is plastered with mud and lined with grass and small
roots. The whole structure is surrounded by dead twigs, which form an
arch over the top of the nest. This is a palace which the Owl would
never take the trouble to construct, but is willing to use.

It is said that the Western Horned Owl will lay two or more sets of
eggs at short intervals if the nest and eggs are disturbed, and an
instance has been recorded where three sets of eggs have been taken
from the nest of a single pair at intervals of about four weeks. The
number of eggs laid is usually two or three, and infrequently four are
found and sets of five and six have been reported. The eggs are white,
showing, as a rule, but little gloss and are roughish. In form they are
rounded oval, about two and one-half inches long, and nearly two inches
in diameter. The period of incubation lasts about four weeks, and it
is said that only the female sets on the eggs, the male furnishing her
with food.

Like the Great Horned Owl this variety is quite solitary in its habits,
except during the breeding season, and is almost as destructive as that
bird which is considered the most destructive of all the Owls.

The Owl has long been an inspiration to the poets, due to its odd
appearance and uncanny actions during the daylight hours, the wise
expression of its face, and its quiet flight during the weird hours of
the night.

    "The lark is but a bumpkin fowl;
      He sleeps in his nest till morn;
    But my blessing upon the jolly owl
      That all night blows his horn."




THE OWL.

    When cats run home and light is come,
      And dew is cold upon the ground,
    And the far-off stream is dumb,
      And the whirring sail goes round,
      And the whirring sail goes round;
        Alone and warming his five wits,
        The white owl in the belfry sits.

    When merry milkmaids click the latch,
      And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
    And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
      Twice or thrice his roundelay,
      Twice or thrice his roundelay;
        Alone and warming his five wits,
        The white owl in the belfry sits.
                                        --Alfred Tennyson.




  [Illustration: LONG-CRESTED JAY.
                 (Cyanocitta stelleri macrolopha.)
                 Nearly Life-size.
                 FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]

THE LONG-CRESTED JAY.

(_Cyanocitta stelleri macrolopha._)


The family (Corvidae) of birds to which the long-crested jay belongs
includes not only the jays but also the crows, the ravens, the magpies
and the rooks. It is a cosmopolitan family with the exception that no
representatives are found in New Zealand. It includes over two hundred
species of which about twenty-five are inhabitants of North America.
Strictly speaking, none of the species are migratory, excepting
those whose range carries them to regions of severe winters. Some of
the species are well protected by soft and thick coats of down and
feathers, and as they are generous in their selection of food, eating
varieties that may be procured at any season, they do not need to move
from place to place but may remain resident throughout the year.

The jays differ from the crows in their method of progression on the
ground, hopping instead of walking. They are distinctly arboreal in
their habits, and usually have a bright-colored plumage, blue being
the most common. Their heads are often crested. Though found nearly
throughout the world their highest development seems to have been
reached by those species that are resident in the warmer portions of
America.

The jays are noisy and quarrelsome, fretting apparently for the most
insignificant reasons. They are great mimics and exhibit a high degree
of intelligence. The jay possesses a variety of notes and calls,
and is a notable borrower of those of some other species of birds.
This versatility has given rise to the very appropriate name of the
sub-family in which they are included, the Garrulinae, from the Latin
word garrio, meaning to prattle.

Our illustration shows the color and markings of the long-crested jay.
Its home is in the wooded regions of the southern Rocky Mountains,
southern Arizona and the northwestern portion of Mexico. It breeds
throughout this range.

Dr. Coues has said regarding this bird that it is "a stranger to
modesty and forbearance, and the many qualities that charm us in some
little birds and endear them to us; he is a regular fillibuster,
ready for any sort of adventure that promises sport or spoil, even if
spiced with danger." In spite of these characteristics they are very
quiet during the nesting season and the female is very devoted to her
nest and will almost allow herself to be touched before flying from
her eggs. Their nests are bulky and usually placed in out-of-the-way
places, in low, bushy, cone-bearing trees. They seemingly will eat
anything of a nutritious nature. Flying insects, larvae, beetles,
flies, spiders, eggs, and even small birds, seem to be palatable to
their tastes. Yet they are principally vegetarians feeding upon seeds,
hard fruits and berries when these are obtainable.

The Steller's jay (Cyanocitta stelleri), of which the long-crested form
is a geographical variety, is a resident of the Northwestern portion of
North America ranging from northern California to southern Alaska and
eastward to the Cascade Mountains.




THE SUNRISE SERENADE.


    "Ah walk out when de eas' am red
      Among de timbehs tall;
    Ah heah a mockeh oberhead,
      De sweetest froat ob all.
    'Why do yo' sing?' Ah stop en ask,
      En den Ah heah her say;
    'Dis am mah daily sunup task,
      A sahanade to Day.'

    "Songs ob sunrise joy when de darkness fades away,
    De mockeh in de treetop sing a welcum song to Day.

    "Ah brush among de meddeh lan's
      Wheh yelleh-jackets hum;
    Ah look up wheh det dogwood spans,
      En heah det solemn drum.
    Oh. Misteh Gol' Wing, why yo' drum
      Up yandah in de tree?
    'Ah drum jes' kase de day hab cum,'
      Is how he answeh me.

    "Drum! drum! drum! Yo' see his movin' haid,
    De peckeh drum a welcum when de eas' am fiah red.

    "Ah thrash among de bramble vines,
      A-brushin' off de dew;
    A jaybird callin' fum de pines,
      A catbird chimes in, too,
    'What's all dis racket fum yo' two?'
      En den Ah heah dem say:
    'We's callin' kase de sun am new,
      En de night hab gone away.'

    "De jaybird en de catbird, dey call en welcum day,
    Dey's happy when de sun cum up en bathe with sumac spray.

    "En all aroun' de timbeh lan'
      Deh watch foh cummin' day;
    En Night she shake Mis' Mawnin's han,'
      En den she fade away.
    Den ebehy songsteh break de hush,
      De hummin' bird he hum;
    Mis' Quail she wistle in de brush,
      De gol' wing peckeh drum.

    "En all bus' out in melody det echo fro' de haze,
    When de sun he smile in crimson en de dewdrops tuhn a-blaze."
                         --Victor A. Hermann, in The Chicago Daily News.




A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES.


Once there had been six little brothers and sisters, six little fluffy,
plush-covered creatures with tiny silken ears of which Madam Field
Mouse had been so proud it had been only a delight to take long trips
over the farm for dainty tidbits, if only for the pleasure of seeing
their bright black eyes sparkle as they speedily devoured them.

Once there had been six but now there were only three. Yesterday
morning there had been four, and the morning before, five. Each night
found one less to snuggle down in the fluffy bed of corn stalks,
which Madam, their mother, had carefully shredded lest there be found
something which should hurt their tender little limbs.

She looked about searchingly. Perhaps they had not all yet arisen,
and she poked the nest over carefully; but her search was unrewarded
and she looked sadly at Fluffy and Flossy and Flutter as she prepared
to depart on her daily journey, wondering which one she should never
see again. Finally she turned to Mr. Field Mouse, who was daintily
combing his long whiskers with his hind foot. Mr. Field Mouse was very
particular as to his appearance, and never ventured abroad unless his
toilet had been properly made.

"I think, my dear, we must find a new dwelling place," she said. "This
corn shock, although snug and having the advantage of containing an
abundance of homely food, is yet in danger of being disturbed. I saw
yesterday there were boys at the other side of the field, tearing down
the shocks and pulling off the ears of corn, and I greatly fear they
will continue until our home will be destroyed and our darling children
eaten by the cruel dog that sits by them, watching intently. I am sure
he can be looking for nothing but baby mice," and she looked tenderly
at Fluffy, who was listening interestedly.

But Mr. Field Mouse only continued to comb, as if her remarks were not
worthy of consideration.

She looked indignantly at him for a moment, and continued in a louder,
more emphatic tone of voice: "Have you noticed, Mr. Field Mouse, that
only three of our precious darlings are here? Perhaps you can tell me
where Fatty has gone; he was here yesterday morning. You will remember
I left them in your charge while I went to fetch some buckwheat from
the bin."

He looked inquiringly about. "I have not missed any of them, my dear.
You know I am not very good at arithmetic. I only left them for a few
moments, a very few, while I went to fetch a bit of that sugar-cane
stacked up by the fence. The juice is excellent and I felt faint," he
said, apologetically. "If you are not going out this morning I think I
should relish a little more." He smacked his lips appreciatively.

"You are a gourmand, Mr. Field Mouse," she said, severely, turning away
in disgust as he scampered off over the stubble.

"It is fortunate that I am able to take care of myself and our
children, too," she mused, digging her way to the ground and beginning
to throw out the dirt with her tiny paws.

Soon a neat underground channel was dug which led out into the open
air, and then Mrs. Field Mouse rested from her labors and hungrily
nibbled a bit of corn.

"We can escape if worst comes to worst, darlings," she said,
reassuringly.

When Mr. Field Mouse returned he looked discontentedly over the supper
table where his family were contentedly nibbling at an ear of nice
yellow corn. "Nothing but corn for supper," he grumbled.

Mrs. Field Mouse resolutely kept her temper and went on placidly
eating. "Well, have you decided to move?" she asked, pleasantly. "I
have discovered a barrel of broomcorn seed setting up in the granary
that will make a snug home for the winter. No one will be likely to
disturb us, and on the whole I think it will be a desirable change,"
she said.

"It is too far away from the pile of sugar cane to suit me, I fear,"
he said, curling up in the softest part of the nest, and covering his
nose with his paws was soon snoring heavily.

"I think this is the shock, Sam. I am sure I heard a mouse squeal when
I went by this morning. Now, Fido!"

There was a great rattling of stalks, a sharp bark, a rush and Fido
licked his chops and nosed about the place where Mr. Field Mouse had
been contentedly snoozing but a few moments before, but he did not find
any more dainty tidbits, for Mrs. Field Mouse and her children were
safely skurrying away over the stubble in the direction of the granary.

                                        Mary Morrison.




THE FULVOUS TREE-DUCK.

(_Dendrocygna fulva._)


The Tree Ducks are natives of tropical or semi-tropical countries. Two
species are found in the United States, the bird of our illustration
and the Black-bellied Tree-duck (Dendrocygna autumnalis). The range
of the fulvous species extends from the southern border of the United
States, and in Nevada and California, southward through Mexico, and
reappears in the southern portion of Brazil and in the Argentine
Republic. It has also been reported as a visitor to the states of North
Carolina and Missouri.

Mr. Frank M. Woodruff, in speaking of his experience while on a
collecting tour in Texas, says, "I found the Fulvous Tree-Duck in small
numbers resident on Galveston Island, but found them abundant and
nesting in the heavy timber along the Brazos river, sixty miles from
Galveston. In the early morning, as we would leave our boat and make
our way to our blinds, on some small inland pond where we had prepared
for collecting, we would flush immense flocks of this duck, which would
fly over our heads at rather a low altitude and continuously calling.
On several occasions we obtained specimens by firing into a flock
while it was still so dark that we could scarcely define the outlines
of the individual birds. The Fulvous Tree-Duck generally feeds in the
night and usually at a place several miles from the nesting site. They
leave the feeding grounds on the first sign of approaching day. During
my stay of three months in the Brazos river region only on one or two
occasions did I have an opportunity to observe this bird by the light
of day. In form it resembles a miniature swan. It stands very high on
its legs and presents a wonderfully curious and graceful appearance as
it walks along the shore feeding on shellfish and decaying matter."

  [Illustration: FULVOUS TREE-DUCK.
                 (Dendrocygna fulva.)
                 Nearly 1/2 Life-size.
                 FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]




HOW THE SWIFTS CAME TO BUILD IN AUNT DOROTHY'S CHIMNEY.

Once upon a time there was a family of Humming Birds who always spent
the winter in Mexico. In this family, besides the father and mother,
there was a grandfather and grandmother, and also a great-grandfather
and great-grandmother, and ever so many children. It was the custom
of the Humming Bird family to spend Christmas day together, and they
assembled early in the morning in a beautiful live oak tree, the leaves
of which were so much like holly leaves that no Christmas wreaths were
needed. The tree was a handsome one and suitable in every way for a
Christmas Humming Bird party. At last every one had come except young
Master Topaza Humming Bird, who could not resist the temptation of
flying from place to place along the way, thrusting his long bill, of
which he was very proud, into the beautiful blossoms which he found,
and taking a little sip of honey from each one. Great-grandfather
Humming Bird missed Master Topaza and called to his little brother
Iris to go and find him and bring him immediately to the oak tree.
Iris promptly obeyed and soon returned with his brother. Then
great-grandfather, who always was given first place on such occasions,
fluttered his wings and said: "Dear children, were our cousins, the
Swifts, invited to take part with us in our concert this afternoon?"

"Oh, yes," said Mamma Humming Bird, "I met papa Swift one day while
I was getting honey from the beautiful red blossoms of a shrub which
grows in the southern end of this valley. I invited him to come to-day
and bring all his family, and he said he would, and also that he would
come early, for he wished to have us tell him about the lovely place
where we spent last summer."

Little Coquette Humming Bird sat watching her brother Helenae--what
a queer name for a boy Humming Bird, you think--but probably his
parents gave it to him because he was always prinking and preening
his feathers. "Just like a girl," his brothers said. But however much
Coquette might preen her feathers, she never looked as beautiful
as her brother Helenae, and that was what she was thinking about
as she watched him. He carefully arranged the three long, slender,
greenish-black feathers which grew on either side of his head, and
the metallic green feathers of his throat were so glistening and
bright that little Coquette imagined she could see herself in them as
she could in a little spring where she often went for a drink. After
Helenae had finished his toilet he moved his wings very rapidly a few
times, and raised himself up as high as he could on his feet without
taking them off the limb on which he sat, then he settled down, closing
his eyes for a moment. Just then Coquette cried out: "The Swifts are
coming! Look, no one else could fly so fast! There they are near those
old mahogany trees on the bank of the river." There was a grand rustle
of preparation that everything might be in order and every one look
his best when the cousins arrived. In a few moments mamma Swift and
her daughter Cyprelus came, alighting on the same branch together.
Then there was a whir of wings that sounded like the wind flapping the
sails on a sail-boat, and there was an excited chirping of welcomes and
"Merry Christmas" on both sides.

Grandfather Humming Bird was a good story-teller, and his wife,
who was the dearest old lady Humming Bird in the world, had often
advised him to write a book of his travels on the leaves of the lovely
rose-laurel bush, but Grandfather Humming Bird told her that writing
books of travel was too humdrum for a Humming Bird; that such work was
only for that queer creature called man. Several Humming Birds then
said that they felt very friendly toward man, because he loved flowers
and took such pains to plant them every spring. And the Swifts, with
one accord, said they were much indebted to man for his chimneys, for
they made the best building places possible. "Before the white man came
to this country," said grandfather Swift, "our ancestors had to build
their nests in old hollow trees." "The red man was an admirer of ours,"
said uncle Tarsi Swift, who was an old bachelor and a little cross
sometimes. "I could get along very well without the white man and his
chimneys. He has driven the red man away, and cut down the grand old
forests. When I was a child nothing pleased me better than to see an
Indian chief, with his high moccasins trimmed with feathers. I know he
trimmed them that way to make his legs look like ours." "But he could
not make his feet look like yours if he tried," spoke up a pert young
Humming Bird, who, with a group of others, was looking and listening in
a quiet corner, and he glanced down at uncle Tarsi Swift's first toe,
which was turned forwards and he counted the phalanges in uncle Tarsi's
toes and compared them with his own. Three of Uncle Tarsi's toes were
alike, but all of the pert Humming Bird's were different.

"No," said several Swifts in chorus, "only the penguins and cormorants
have toes like ours, and they are birds we seldom meet. We are glad
there are so few feet exactly like ours. We can tell each other
everywhere by our feet and our ten tail feathers.

"I knew a swallow once who had lost two tail feathers," said one of the
Swift cousins, "and he tried to pass himself off as a Swift. But he
could not change his feet and so he deceived nobody.

"Well, as for me," said the pert Humming Bird, "I would rather have
feet that were not so peculiar as to attract everybody's attention."
"Indeed," said cousin Swift, "and what do you think of having a bill
three or four times as long as any of your neighbors?" "At least my
bill does not open away under my eyes like yours does, cousin Swift!"

Grandmamma Humming Bird knew very well that the Humming Bird family
was thought to be quarrelsome by almost every one, and was very much
mortified by hearing this conversation. "Children," she said, "you
know it is not right to hurt people's feelings by talking about their
peculiarities, and I hope none of my dear little Humming Birds will
offend their Christmas guests." After this there was no more cross talk
in the pert Humming Bird's corner, for all loved grandmother Humming
Bird and tried to do as she wished to have them.

There was a sudden lull in the conversation and great-grandfather
Humming Bird asked grandfather Humming Bird to describe the place where
his family had spent the summer just passed. "It was a lovely place
near a lake in Southern Wisconsin," said he. "Many honeysuckle and
dogwood bushes grew there, and wild rose bushes, and wild grape vines,
and clematis, and large purple vetches. Grandmother and I built our
nest in a grapevine angle, and often in the warm summer evenings the
wind would rock our babies to sleep. There was a place not far away,
which I know you would find a pleasant home for next summer. It is
up on a hill, not far from the lake. There is a house there with one
chimney from which the smoke never comes all summer long. In the big
yard there are beautiful trees and fragrant flowering shrubs and beds
filled with flowers. A lady lives there who is loved by all the birds,
for she never frightens them, and every day she feeds them and talks to
them. So they build nests in her trees and sing for her.

"This summer, in a beautiful shady place, near a syringa thicket,
she made a house out of a big box for a mother hen who had fifteen
little downy chicks, and every day when she fed the chickens she left
enough food so that the birds could have some, too. And all, even the
little yellow canaries, used to help themselves. This did not please
the old mother hen very well, and if she could have gotten out of her
box-house, I think she would have chased the birds away. One day a
bold blackbird walked into her house to get some grains of corn, when
he thought she was not looking. But before he could get out again she
pulled three feathers out of his tail and laid them down, as a warning,
where all the other birds could see them. I heard the lady afterwards
telling the mother hen that she must not be so selfish, and the next
time she fed the chickens she put several handfuls of corn where the
blackbirds could get it, without having their tail-feathers pulled
out. I have seen the lady put pieces of string and bits of soft cotton
cloth and old rope where the birds could get them, to help make their
nests. And I saw her feeding a little orphan owl with angle worms. The
little owl was very fond of her and sat on her fingers and twisted his
neck and winked his great eyes. Whenever he heard her talking he gave
a queer little screech, for he knew her voice. He was a great eater
and he expected her to give him something to eat every time she went
where he was. One day that lady was sitting on her porch listening to
the birds singing. At one end of the porch was a large lilac bush in
full bloom, and I was enjoying myself among the blossoms. Once in a
while I would fly to a flower bed not far from the opposite end of the
porch, where there was a big bunch of belladonna with its lovely blue
and mauve blossoms. The lady seemed to like lilacs best, for she had
fastened a large bunch in her belt, and sat with her hands folded in
her lap, dreaming a day dream, I suppose.

Once, on my way from the flower-bed to the lilac bush, I flew up to the
bunch of blossoms which the lady had in her belt. You know I am seldom
afraid of anything and I knew the dear lady would not harm me. But she
seemed very much surprised when I stopped at her bunch of blossoms.
'O-o-h!' she said, but very softly, and unclasped her hands in her
surprise. I flew away quickly to the lilac bush, and after a while I
looked at the lady and she was smiling pleasantly and watching me."

When grandfather Humming Bird had said all this, he flew away to
another branch of the oak tree and moved his wings so fast that one
could not see how he did it. Papa Swift thanked him for the pleasure he
had given by his stories of his last summer's home, and it was finally
agreed that the Swifts and Humming Birds should start together for the
north in the spring.

The young birds of both families were anxious for the concert to begin.
Papa Swift, who was considered the best singer by everybody, flew to
the very top of the oak tree and began his prettiest song. It was not
long before several Swifts and Humming Birds had joined him. They all
sang and flew from branch to branch. A bird concert is not like one
given by children. The children all sing the same song and sing it
together, but in a bird concert everyone sings to please himself. He
begins just when he feels like it, and sings his own song. But for all
that, a bird concert is very pretty music. Some proud birds, who were
spending the afternoon near by, and who had better voices than the ones
in the oak tree, pretended that they did not like such a "noise," as
they called it, and flew away across the river. But this did not keep
the Swifts and Humming Birds from enjoying themselves.

Before the time for good-byes came they promised to see each other
often, and everyone promised to be ready to go away in the spring.
Little Cyprelus dreamed that night of the pleasant times she would have
the next summer in the pretty place grandfather Humming Bird had told
about, and Coquette and Topaza said they wondered if the lady who lived
by the beautiful lake would have as many flower-beds this summer as she
had last.

Now this lady, whom grandfather Humming Bird had been telling about,
was Aunt Dorothy. She was a great bird lover, and it made her happy to
find that she could number the Swifts among her particular bird friends
when they came the next summer to live in her yard.

One morning Aunt Dorothy waked up very early. She looked out of her
eastern window and saw that the sky beyond the lake was a beautiful
rose color, but the sun was not yet risen. Aunt Dorothy was sleepy, so
she closed her eyes again, but just as she did so she heard a strange
twittering noise and wondered where it came from. Her curiosity was so
great that she could not go to sleep again, so she rose and dressed
herself and, after saying a little prayer to the great All-Father to
keep her through the day, she went to find out what the noise was.
But she had already thought that it must be birds in the chimney. She
climbed up on a chair and listened near the chimney hole. Soon she
heard a fluttering of wings and a chirping. Mamma Swift was coming with
some worms for her babies' breakfast. Her babies, like a great many
girl and boy babies, waked up very early in the morning and were quite
troublesome. In order to quiet them, Mamma Swift was forced to find
some worms before sunrise. Aunt Dorothy was delighted. If she made a
little noise near the chimney hole the baby birds thought it was their
mother coming with food for them, and they stretched their heads up
out of the nest, so Aunt Dorothy could see them. Often, when she was
writing or reading in her room she could hear the birds in the chimney.
She knew the papa and mamma bird had to work very hard, for they came
many, many times a day with food for the baby Swifts. But there came a
day when the nest in the chimney was empty, for the little birds had
gone away with their parents and were learning to fly through the trees
and to catch insects to eat. It made Aunt Dorothy lonesome to sit in
her room after that, and instead she used to go out of doors where she
could watch the birds.

One day she took a fire-shovel and with it managed to loosen the nest
and take it out of the chimney without breaking it. The shape of it was
like half of a deep saucer, and it was made principally of the petioles
or stems of grapevine leaves laid across each other as the logs are in
building log houses. The big ends of the leaf stems alternated with
the small ones and stuck out, making a bristling outside wall for the
nest. There were two or three very slender cedar twigs no bigger than a
darning-needle used in making the nest, and these the birds had brought
from a long distance. The nest looked as if it had been covered with
glue, and this was because the birds had covered it with their saliva
and that held the leaf stems together just as glue would. Aunt Dorothy
knew a man who went to some islands in the Pacific ocean, where the
Pigmy Swifts live. Pigmy means little, and these Swifts are smaller
than the ones who built in Aunt Dorothy's chimney. The Pigmy Swifts
build their nests in caves. Some of them build very far in the caves,
where it is entirely dark. Aunt Dorothy's friend went one day with
another man to a cave to get some bird's nests.

These men had a ladder made of rattan, on which they had to climb
in order to reach the nests. The man who climbed highest had a long
four-pronged spear, with a lighted candle fixed on it a few inches
below the prongs. By the aid of the light he found some nests. With the
spear he took them unbroken from the rock. When he had gotten a nest
between the prongs of the spear, he held it so the man lower down on
the ladder could reach the end of it, and let it down through his hands
until he could take the bird's nest from between the prongs of the
spear and put it in his pocket.

When Aunt Dorothy's friend came back to America he brought some of
these bird's nests with him and gave one to her.

The Chinese people think these bird's nests are very good to eat, and
make soup of them. Aunt Dorothy put the nest, which she had taken from
the chimney, into her cabinet with the one from the island in the
Pacific ocean. One day in the fall she took some of her little friends
for a walk and they picked up a basketful of leaf stems under the elm
and linden trees, and with them they made some bird's nests which they
covered with glue and which looked very much like the one Aunt Dorothy
found in her chimney.

                                        Mary Grant O'Sheridan.




  [Illustration: RED-BREASTED SAPSUCKER.
                 (_Sphyrapicus ruber._)
                 FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]

THE RED-BREASTED SAPSUCKER.

(_Sphyrapicus ruber._)


The Red-breasted Sapsucker is a resident of the Pacific Coast, ranging
from northern Lower California northward to Southern Alaska. It extends
its flight and breeds as far east as the Sierra Nevada and Cascade
Mountains. It belongs to the family of Woodpeckers (Picidae). The
generic name, Sphyrapicus, is taken from two Greek words that refer to
the habits of these birds--sphura, a hammer and pikos, a woodpecker.
The specific name, ruber, means red.

Like its eastern relative, the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker (Sphyrapicus
varius), it punctures trees possibly in order to feed upon the exuding
sap or the insects attracted by its flow, yet this bird does not
develop this habit to so great an extent as the eastern species, for
it will completely girdle a tree with punctures, which at times will
cause its death. A direct evidence of this is found in the fact that
in localities where the Red-breasted Sapsucker is abundant indications
of their work are not usually common. The adult birds are beautifully
marked with crimson on the head and breast, while in the young the
color is brownish and the yellow of the belly is wanting.

These birds seem to prefer aspen trees for their homes, selecting one
which is a foot or more in diameter near the ground. They excavate a
cavity in the trunk several feet from the ground, the door of which, a
small round hole, less than two inches in diameter, seems far too small
for the parent birds to enter. "The gourd-shaped excavation varies in
depth from six to ten inches, and it is from three inches near the top
to four or five inches wide at the bottom. The finer chips are allowed
to remain in the bottom, forming the nest proper, on which the eggs
are deposited. The interior of the entire excavation is most carefully
smoothed off, which must consume considerable time, considering the
tough, stringy and elastic nature of the wood when filled with sap,
making it even more difficult to work when partly decayed, which
seems to be the case with nearly all aspens of any size." The larger
chips are dropped from the nest and their presence on the ground at
the base of the tree is quite a sure indication of the proximity of
the nest of this or some related species. The period of incubation
probably lasts twelve or more days, and its labors seem to be shared by
both sexes. During this period, if the birds are disturbed by a close
approach to their nest, they fly away for a short distance uttering
sounds of a soft, plaintive character, that are variable and difficult
of description. These Sapsuckers are watchful and devoted parents and
cases have been reported where the mother bird has been easily captured
because of her refusal to leave her young.

As a rule, but a single brood is raised each season. There are five or
six eggs and occasionally seven in each set, which vary in form though
they are always of the ovate type. At times they are quite elongated.
When fresh, the yolk may be seen through the thin shell, giving a
pinkish shade to the egg. When the contents are removed the shell is
white, showing some lustre.

The food of this species, in addition to the sap and inner bark of the
trees they puncture, if it is true that they use this as food, consists
of ants, insect larvae, moths and butterflies, many of which are caught
on the wing, and small fruits.

Like all the Sapsuckers and the other woodpeckers, the sense of hearing
is well developed and it is usually very difficult to approach them
without detection.

A sister species of the Sapsucker of our illustration is the beautiful
Williamson's Sapsucker (Sphyrapicus thyroideus), an inhabitant of the
Pacific coast. This bird differs from all of the woodpeckers in that
the two sexes show a great difference in coloration. So marked is
this difference that for a long time they were described as distinct
species.




A WHITE TABLE IN THE WOODS.

This is not a tale of far away and long ago--in the Black Forest,
for instance--but a true story of the summer just past, and it comes
from under the shadow of our own White Mountains, where two boys made
discoveries in the great out of doors. The boys let me into many of
their secrets, and now the summer is gone I am allowed to tell this
one, because, if you have never happened to find a big table spread
not under the trees for picnic people, but high up in a tree for woods
people, you will want to look for one next summer.

This was, of course, a wooden table, its cover both snowy and glossy;
the plates, which were round, and all the same size, were of wood and
placed in straight, regular rows, six hundred and fifty of them--that
is true, for the boys counted and computed--a hospitable board, you
think, and you will be sure of it when you know the whole story! The
butler--who was also host--not only arranged but carved the plates,
and wore a business suit of black and white, with a bright red cap and
necktie of the same cheerful hue over a buff shirt.

The feast at this table was continuous, consisting of choice game, and
the sweetest of sweets. The guests, who came and went during all the
sunshine hours, were so various in dress and manners that they could
not be compared with those at any public or private banquet ever known,
so the puzzle must stop here and the plain facts be told.

The table was twenty feet from the ground, and set on one side of
a tree, so, though of wood, and as round as the tree, you see it
differed from your dining-table--and King Arthur's--in being tipped
perpendicularly so as to arrange the plates in straight rows, close
together, thus accommodating more guests. The table cover was of the
best quality of birch bark. The butler host--or perhaps we might call
him the architect of the feast--was the Yellow-breasted Sapsucker;
if you didn't know him well you would call him just one of the
woodpeckers; he had all their peculiarities, crawled around up and down
the tree trunk, bracing himself with his tail, pecking, pounding and
boring, he excavated the hundreds of round holes, each one a soup plate
to catch and hold the ascending sap. This is what the Sapsucker seeks,
and upon this alone he can live all summer, as proved by Mr. Frank
Bolles, who tells us how he caught and kept young Sapsuckers alive till
October, feeding them only on diluted maple syrup. But tiny insects are
fond of sweets, too; they swarmed around and lost themselves in our
woodpecker's full soup plates, thus furnishing him with the animal food
needed by such a worker.

There was always a buzz of bees and big flies about the tree table,
who seemed to feast and get away safely. These first attracted our
attention, but if we stayed five minutes we were sure to hear the dear,
familiar sound announcing the most charming of all guests--humming
birds--you know they are brave, brave as they are beautiful, but we
found them shy about coming too near a Sapsucker; they hovered over
his table as over a flower bed, often lighting on twigs to watch their
chance at the freshest and fullest dishes.

With the ruby throats, and on the best of terms with them, came
gorgeous butterflies; the red admiral, the tiger swallow tail, and the
antiopa were always there, and how bright they were seen against the
snowy birch tree, in dazzling morning sunshine!

The biggest and boldest of all the free feeders is on record as having
come and gone fifteen times in fifteen minutes, a fat red squirrel,
hair brushed and tail curled, not scolding or chattering here, he
seemed to suspect himself out of place, for, taking a side seat on an
outreaching branch, he would frisk off when bidden to go, but back
again and again till he had his fill.

Of course the last bird to leave the tree at night was the Sapsucker,
but when he and all his family were gone, and the sun out of sight, we
found a swarm of big yellow bees bustling about the high seats, and
fancied that when at last their work was done the night moths and bats
would have their turn, and perhaps some brisk little owl would take
the squirrel's perch for a night lunch, getting away just before the
sunrise concert opened another day of eating, drinking, and being merry
at the white tree table.

                                        Elizabeth Reed Brownell.

(The Yellow-breasted Sapsucker mentioned in the story is the eastern
relative of the Red-breasted Sapsucker of our illustration.--Editor.)




THE MOON-BABY.


    There's a beautiful golden cradle
      That rocks in the rose-red sky;
    I have seen it there in the evening air
      Where the bats and beetles fly,
    With little white clouds for curtains
      And pillows of fleecy wool,
    And a dear little bed for the moon-baby's head,
      So tiny and beautiful.

    There are tender young stars around it,
      That wait for their bath of dew
    In the purple tints that the sun's warm prints
      Have left on the mountain blue;
    There are good little gentle planets,
      That want to be nursed and kissed,
    And laid to sleep in the ocean deep,
      Under silvery folds of mist.

    But the moon-baby first must slumber,
      For he is their proud young king;
    So, hand in hand, round his bed they stand,
      And lullabies low they sing.
    And the beautiful golden cradle
      Is rocked by the winds that stray,
    With pinions soft, from the halls aloft,
      Where the moon-baby lives to-day.
                                        --Pall Mall Gazette.




THE CECROPIA AND PROMETHEA MOTHS.

In the study of Natural History it is the habits and life-histories of
the living animals which appeal most strongly to young people. A large
part of the leading Botanists and Zoologists of this country began,
as young people, their studies of Nature by collecting animals and
plants and studying their life-history and habits. It is this dynamical
side, the relation of the animal to its surroundings, which arouses
our interest. Since this has been the most natural method by which the
interest in nature has been developed, it is surprising how little this
side of Zoology has been encouraged by many of our better colleges and
universities.

From the standpoint of the teacher, insects as a rule, stand very
high with regard to the interest which they arouse in scholars for
nature-study. This is quite natural, since the great abundance and
interesting habits of these animals make them comparatively easy to
study.

The two insects which we figure this month are very common and widely
distributed, and thus have become very generally known. When we once
become familiar with them, these beautiful moths are of perennial
interest, and each season one is pleased to renew his acquaintance with
them.

The Cecropia is our largest and to many persons the best-known moth.
Its gigantic size, varying from about 4 to 7 inches in expanse of
wings, together with its bright colors, makes it an easily remembered
insect. The scientific name of this moth (Samia cecropia) is the first
scientific name of an insect that many of us can recall learning. The
time of active flight is at night, and thus it is that they are so
frequently found in numbers about electric lights to which they have
been attracted by the intense light. Their rather awkward flight and
large size often lead to their being mistaken for bats.

The differences between the sexes are not so manifest as in Promethea,
yet it is not difficult to distinguish them. The females are larger
and have stouter bodies, but the most conspicuous difference is that
the "feelers" or antennae of the male are feather-like and very large
and broad, while those of the female are only about one-half as broad.

The eggs are somewhat flattened, about one-tenth of an inch long,
pale in color, and are deposited by the female in small patches upon
a large variety of plants, since there are about fifty of these upon
which the larvae will feed. The eggs usually hatch in about a week or
ten days, the young larvae being very different in appearance from
the mature ones. The changes in appearance are brought about by five
moults or sheddings of the skin. The full-grown larva is pale green or
light blue, 3 or 4 inches long, armed with eight more or less complete
rows of large tubercles. Those above on the second or third thoracic
segment, are bright red; all the others are yellow except those on the
sides of the body and on the first thoracic and last body segment,
which are blue. Unfortunately, these colors soon fade in the dead larva
as is seen in the plate. This wonderful development of tubercles seems
to be in some way related to the arboreal habits of the larvae.

Although a variety of parasites which prey upon these larvae is not
large, they are very numerous in individuals, and it is to this cause
that only a small per cent of the larvae ever produce moths. These
parasites develop beneath the skin of the larva as footless grubs,
which, at first, do not attack the vital organs, but later these organs
are preyed upon, and the larva dies. A wasp-like insect which preys
upon this larva well illustrates in its habits the crudeness of many
instincts. The female will lay eight or ten eggs upon one caterpillar,
but as the young parasitic grubs require a large amount of food, only
one is able to mature and the others perish.

  [Illustration: PROMETHEAN MOTH.
                         (Callosamia promethea)
               Adult Male.                    Adult Female.
               Larva.          Pupa.          Cocoon.

                         CECROPIAN MOTH.
                         (Samia cecropia.)
                               Pupa.
          Adult Male.   Eggs on Maple Leaf.   Adult Female.
                        About 1/2 Life-size.
          Larva.                              Cocoon.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900 BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]

The insect parasites seem, in many cases, to mature and transform
into the adult stage after the caterpillar has built its cocoon, and
thus many parasites lose their lives, since they are not always able to
escape from the cocoon. A cocoon will sometimes be found filled with
these small insects, which have not been able to make their escape, and
have thus died in prison.

The adult larva, unlike Prometha, usually spins its cocoon not attached
to a leaf, but along a stem; sometimes, however, they may be placed in
other situations.

In about two weeks after the cocoon has been spun, the larva transforms
into a chrysalis, in which stage it hibernates during the winter, and
from which it emerges in May or June.

During the winter, when the leaves are not on the trees and shrubs
which are frequented by these larvae, a large number of cocoons may
easily be collected. These should be kept out of doors during the
winter, for if kept in a warm room they will emerge during the winter
or so early in the spring that food cannot be secured for the larvae.

If one secure a number of old cocoons, from which the moths have
failed to emerge, and cut them open longitudinally, he may learn many
interesting facts. A dead and dry mummified looking larva or chrysalis
may be found, or, what is even more interesting, no trace of the larva
or chrysalis may be present, but only a mass of small white, paper-like
cocoons. These have been left by a colony of little wasp-like parasites
which may occur in such large numbers that there is scarcely room for
all to spin their cocoons, so that on account of being so closely
crowded together, they are moulded into a mass of cocoons having the
form of the cavity formerly occupied by the larva.

The cocoons of Cecropia are composed of two parchment-like layers of
silk which are generally very dense and strong. The space between
these two layers contains loosely spun threads of silk like a layer of
packing material. The larvae seem normally to make three varieties of
cocoons; one kind is very loosely constructed, much larger than the
ordinary form and not attached to a twig, but found in the grass or in
shrubs near the ground. The two other forms of cocoons are much smaller
and more closely woven, but differ in size; female moths as a rule
emerging from the larger cocoons, and males from the smaller ones.

Dead larvae are sometimes found in cocoons which are practically of
a single thickness; there being no space between the outer and inner
layers. The hollow skins of the larvae found in such cocoons clearly
show that this unusual cocoon is due to the influence of parasites upon
the larva.

In the upper open end of the cocoon, kernels of wheat, corn, beechnuts
and even acorns have been found. How these get in this position seems
to be quite a puzzle. In opening twenty or thirty cocoons, five or six
kernels of corn have been found, thus showing that this occurrence is
by no means rare. Chickadees and blue-jays have been given the blame
for this work, since these birds are thought to have the habit of
hiding food. The inverted outer layer of the cocoon clearly shows, in
some cases, that the kernel of corn has been thrust into the cocoon
with some force.

The head of the pupa lies at the small end of the cocoon, where the
texture is less dense, and thus, when it is ready to transform into the
moth, the head is in the best position for easy escape from the cocoon.
But this provision alone is not sufficient to make sure the escape. At
the time of emergence, the pupa secretes a fluid which escapes from
the mouth and by moistening the cocoon softens the glue-like material
which binds together the threads, thus making it possible for the
freshly emerging moth to crowd its way between the fibres, and thus
secure its freedom. When the moth first crawls out of the cocoon,
its heavy body and small folded wings show but little resemblance to
the fully-expanded moth. By degrees, however, the wings expand and
become more rigid, the colors brighten, and finally the mature moth is
developed.

The Promethea Moth is only about one-half the size of Cecropia, and the
two sexes are very different in appearance; so much so that one would
not at all think they were the same kind of moths. As in Cecropia the
male moths are somewhat smaller than the females, and the antennae
show the same kind of differences, i.e., the antennae of the males are
much larger and feather-like. In color, the sexes of Cecropia are much
alike, but in this moth the differences in color are very great, the
dominant color in the female being a reddish brown, while that in the
male is a very dark-brown or almost black. Thus these moths furnish an
excellent illustration of what is called sexual dimorphism, a term used
for those animals in which the sexes are very different in appearance,
a subject to which Charles Darwin gave considerable attention, in his
"Descent of Man."

The female moth lays her cream-colored eggs, which are a little smaller
than those of Cecropia, upon shrubs and trees in clusters of five or
six. The small larva usually hatches in about ten days, and feeds upon
the leaves of ash, sassafras, lilac, tulip tree, maple, cherry, and a
number of other trees and shrubs, but it is much more select in the
choice of its food than Cecropia. The larvae have voracious appetites,
devour many leaves and grow at a correspondingly rapid rate. The
differences between the very young and the adult larva, aside from that
of size, are very great. On account of the very limited elasticity of
the skin, this larva, like other insect larvae, only increases in size
after shedding. This is periodically accomplished by throwing off the
old skin, which prevented expansion, and by growing a new and larger
one. Promethea has from three to five of these moults, the number being
influenced apparently by climate, since southern larvae have more
moults than northern ones. The time between these moults varies from
two days to a week.

The leaves upon which the larvae feed may have long or short petioles.
A singular account has been given of how these larvae have overcome the
difficulties associated with feeding upon long-petioled leaves. There
is considerable risk of falling and of the leaf breaking away when a
large larva crawls out upon a slender petiole. The larva avoids these
risks and yet reaches the blade of the leaf. This is accomplished as
follows: The larva grasps firmly the branch with its posterior legs;
reaches out a considerable distance along the petiole, and bites it
through in several places. This causes the leaf to droop; the larva now
reaches out, seizes the drooping leaf, and draws it within convenient
reach, where it can be eaten at leisure. This is a wonderful display of
instinct, yet it is not infallible, because at times the petioles are
eaten too far through, and when they droop, break completely away and
fall to the ground.

When ready to spin its cocoon, the adult larva is about two inches
long; these cocoons are very different from those of Cecropia. As a
rule, they are found suspended from a branch by a silken cord, the
length of which depends upon the length of the petiole of the leaf in
which the cocoon was spun. Thus if the leaf has only a short petiole,
this cord is also short, but if the petiole is two or three inches
long, the suspensory cord is correspondingly long. The larva in
constructing its cocoon, first spins a strong band around a twig, and
binds the petiole of the leaf to the stem; this band extends down the
petiole to the cocoon, and thus anchors it. The cocoon proper, or the
part occupied by the chrysalis, is spun in a folded leaf. When this
leaf dies and rots away, the cocoon hangs freely suspended by the cord,
but it is very evident that the cocoon has been moulded in a leaf by
the prints of the veins which remain upon it. A valve-like opening
occurs in the upper end, through which the moth emerges.

The wings of the chrysalis are very small as compared with those of
the adult moth; are folded to the body on the under side, and covered
by the pupal skin. During the winter they remain transparent since
there are at this time none of the rich colors present which are later
found in the moth. About ten days before the moth emerges the wings
become white, a few days later definite colors begin to appear on the
under side of the wings between the veins. While in the adult moths the
colors in the two sexes are very distinct, at this time their wings
are very similar. The wings do not long retain this similarity, but
gradually become more and more unlike until maturity.

Breeders of moths have often noticed that there is considerable
uniformity with regard to the time of day at which certain kinds of
moths emerge. For Promethea this time seems to be in the forenoon.

From an extensive series of experiments, it has been learned that the
male finds his mate by means of scent and that this is doubtless the
explanation for the very large antennae of the male, since it is in
these organs that the sense of smell is located.

Although it may be very interesting to read about the activities of
insects, a much more fascinating side of the subject is to handle and
study the insects themselves, and there are but few better insects with
which to begin a personal acquaintance than these which we have been
considering.

                                        Charles Christopher Adams.




A PLEA FOR LEGISLATIVE PROTECTION.

In former numbers of Birds and Nature we have seen how much our welfare
and happiness depends upon the birds. Some hints have been given as
to how we may encourage the birds to become residents of our premises
so that we may enlist them in the constant warfare against worm and
weevil. If there were no great and universal interest at stake in this
question, How much do we owe to the birds? we should, perhaps, have
no right to go beyond simple encouragement to the birds to multiply
and do their good work in certain chosen places. But the interests
are universal and so deeply concern the whole world that we have an
undoubted right to say to those who would kill everything in sight,
either for gain or for so-called "sport," Thou shalt not! In other
words, we have the right to make laws forbidding anybody to kill birds
except for the best of reasons. This right has been acted upon in
most states and in many foreign countries, where various degrees of
protection to the birds as well as to other animals have been secured.

But in very many, if not in most cases, the laws enacted have not
furnished protection enough. Those who have put a price upon a bird's
plumage, who furnish the temptation for others to break the law against
killing birds, have not had a check put upon them. And the class of
"sportsmen" which regards anything living (except man and some of
the domestic animals) as legitimate targets for their weapons, have
not been dealt with severely enough. Even where the laws have seemed
prohibitive enough they have often failed of their purpose because not
properly enforced. There are, then, two things to be considered. First,
the passage of laws that will be prohibitive, and, second, machinery
adequate to their enforcement.

The first question will then be, How may we secure the passage of laws
such as we need? Certainly not by waiting for the state legislatures to
do it. In such matters, at least, they wait for an expression of the
people. Then agitate the question until the time is ripe for presenting
it before the lawmakers of your state and push it. Write to Mr. Witmer
Stone, the chairman of the American Ornithologists' Union, chairman
of the Committee on Bird Protection, for a copy of the ideal law, and
then act in line with other states. If each state acts in accord with
some plan for the whole country, we shall have practically a national
protective law. But even this community of interest will not accomplish
the purpose for which we set out, even as a law, saying nothing of
enforcement. All this is directed against the killing of birds. The law
must prohibit the sale of the bird or any part of its plumage for any
purpose. Carefully guarded exceptions or privileges might be favorable
to those who need material for strictly scientific study. But it is
necessary to go even further than this. We shall not accomplish our
purpose until a law is enacted prohibiting the importation of feathers,
whether on the skin or separated from it. If we are not yet ready to
say that no feathers may be imported, then let us absolutely prohibit
the importation of any part of any species of our native birds,
whether killed in America or anywhere else. That much lies within our
power. Evidently we are not yet ready to say that birds, or parts
of birds--meaning our native birds--shall not be worn as an article
of dress. We need a long campaign of education before that will be
feasible.

What, now, of the enforcement of these laws? Clearly the enforcement of
any law must have behind it a public sentiment demanding enforcement. A
law fails to be prohibitive when it receives only indifferent attention
from the public for whom it was passed. It is our privilege to so bring
to the attention of the people at large their own great interests,
which are dependent upon the birds, that their eyes shall be opened
to see the great necessity of prompt and united action. The great
growth of popular interest in the birds during the past three years is
the clearest proof that the time is now ripe for such a campaign of
education. Push it now. In every mind there lies dormant an interest
in nature which needs but a touch now to be awakened to activity and
usefulness.

But there is still the machinery of enforcement to be considered, for
however much the general public may be educated there will always be
some persons, not a small number, we fear, who must be held in check by
legislative action. In the first place, game wardens are too few, in
most counties, to properly enforce the laws. They should be numerous
enough and so situated that they may be reached readily. But if this
increase in number be not practicable, then there is a way out of the
difficulty. We must be more active ourselves. In a large majority of
cases we shall have no need to cause arrests, but need only to inform
the transgressor of the existence of the law, giving him some useful
information of the great good which the birds do, and of the pleasure
which may be gained from a study of the living bird, and the purposes
of the law will be accomplished. For many times the transgressor is
of foreign birth, knowing nothing of the esteem in which we hold the
birds. Or else the person is simply thoughtless, or ignorant of the
law and its purposes. The other cases of flagrant breaking of the law
need and deserve prompt and severe treatment. Here it is often not a
matter of education but of discipline. It is not pleasant to be an
informer, but such cases should be put upon a par with any other sort
of law-breaking, for there is a great public interest involved beside
which our own personal interest, however great that may be, sinks into
insignificance. It is a duty which we have no right to shirk.

To summarize the means by which we may hope to secure adequate
protection for our rapidly decreasing birds: Legislative action brought
about by combined effort throughout the country; enforcement of the
laws enacted by an increase in the public interest, by an increase of
the number of game wardens, by our own activity in seeing that the laws
are enforced. By these means we may accomplish what we undertake.

                                        Lynds Jones.

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    The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
      A tilt like a blossom among the leaves,
    And lets his illumined being o'errun
      With the deluge of summer it receives;
    His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
      And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
    He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
      In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
                    --James Russell Lowell, "The Vision of Sir Launfal."




  [Illustration: IRISH SETTER.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, A. J. PICKERING.
                 CHICAGO:
                 A. W. MUMFORD, PUBLISHER.]

THE DOG AND ITS ANCESTORS.

That the domestic dog has been held in high esteem by mankind from
the earliest times, is shown by written records and mummified remains
obtained from countries situated widely apart. The statement occurs
in the Zendavesta, that "the world exists through the intellect of
the dog." Cuvier wrote that "the dog is the completest, the most
singular and the most useful conquest that man has ever made * * * each
individual is devoted to man and remains attached to him even unto
death; and all this springs not from necessity nor from fear, but from
a true friendship. The dog is the only animal that has followed man all
over the globe."

Egyptian monuments dating back 3,400 years B. C., show several
varieties of dogs, most of them being allied to the greyhound. Carved
records of a later period portray the mastiff, a turnspit and a form
closely resembling the hound. Without question the dog was domesticated
in Europe previous to any historical record. His remains are found in
the kitchen-middens of Neolithic times and an increasing size in the
animals is noticed through the Bronze and Iron ages in Denmark. Remains
of the Neolithic in Switzerland disclose skulls closely resembling our
hounds, setters or spaniels. The Americans had indigenous dogs before
the conquering Spaniards introduced European species, and mummies of
dogs are found in the oldest Peruvian tombs.

All this goes to show that the differentiation of the dog took place
at a very early date. As in the case of man, the link is missing, but
the ancestry is certain. Without question the varieties of the dog
originated in domestication and inter-breeding of different species of
wolves living in various parts of the world.

The dog family is divided into three groups. First, the wolves or wild
dogs, having a round pupil in the eye and a short tail. Second, the
foxes, which are characterized by a slit-like pupil and a long bushy
tail; and, third, the long-eared dogs which inhabit eastern deserts
and possess more numerous and a different set of teeth than the other
groups. Considered as a family they are distinguished by a lean body,
small head, the slim or long legs terminated by small paws furnished
with strong but not retractile claws. The fore paws usually have five
toes while the hind paws are always limited to four. As the dogs do
not live exclusively on animal food they are not as savage as the
cats, neither do they possess the "soulless expression of face so
characteristic of the felidae."

While most of the dog family are gregarious, certain forms lead lives
that are solitary or nearly so. Other species are nocturnal in their
habits, while yet others burrow in the earth for shelter or protection.
All bend the joints of the legs in walking, all possess great speed and
endurance, and without exception are good swimmers.

Intellectually, dogs are more highly developed than any other brute
animal. Many forms act with a rational deliberation and follow
carefully thought-out plans. The senses are wonderfully developed. The
sense of smell is marvelous in many forms, while strength of eyesight
distinguishes others.

Of the three groups mentioned, the wolf without question was the
ancestor of the domestic dog. In the German mythology, he was
consecrated to the god Woden, but when Christianity reconstructed
old beliefs, Woden was metamorphosed into "The Wild Hunter," and the
wolves became his attending dogs, which finally were evolved into the
ghost-like wolves of nursery and fable. The wolf has all the attributes
of the dog except the nobility which necessarily comes from education.
The tail always droops, never curling upwards as in the domestic dogs,
and even when tamed they rarely wag the tail. Among the wolves may be
mentioned the jackals of Asia, which are said to have entered largely
into the breeds of oriental dogs. These were known to the ancients as
"gold wolves," and are said to be the foxes whose tails Samson set on
fire in order to burn the fields and vineyards of the Philistines. The
Indian wild dog, or "Kolsun" is claimed by many to be the progenitor of
all domesticated dogs. He closely resembles a greyhound, and is found
all over the Himalaya and East India country. He exhibits many traits
characteristic of our hunting dogs.

Prominent among several distinctive and familiar breeds of dogs is the
Greyhound, which while graceful and universally popular as a pet, and a
sporting dog, is unfaithful and unsympathetic. The great lung capacity
gives the animal unusual endurance, but while possessed of keen sight
and hearing, the sense of smell is very deficient. The Mastiffs
constitute another group embracing many of the familiar forms. Among
these are the Danish dog, the German Mastiffs, the Bulldog and the Pug.
With the exception of the Pug, which is justly called a caricature of a
dog, the group is remarkable for fidelity, courage, determination and
strength. Great Britain is the home of the Hounds which, because of
their intelligence and docility, are considered to be in the first rank
of domestic dogs. All the varieties of this group are born hunters,
being strong, swift and possessed of unusually keen senses, especially
that of smell. Among these are the Pointers, the German Bloodhounds,
the Staghounds, the Beagles, and the Foxhound. This last is justly
considered the greatest of hunting dogs, possessing the speed of the
greyhound, the courage of the bulldog, the delicate scent of the
bloodhound and the sagacity of the poodle, he is well equipped for his
duties in field and forest.

Probably no two dogs have so endeared themselves to mankind as the
St. Bernard and the Newfoundland. Both of these, together with the
Spaniels, Setters and the sagacious Poodles make up the Spaniel group.
While as a class they are not remarkable for docility or endurance,
these defects are more than compensated by a superior intelligence,
fidelity, courage, keen scent and great speed. Much has been written
about the qualities of the Newfoundlands and St. Bernards. The first
are said to be the best of all water dogs, possessed of great beauty
and an exceptional fund of good nature, gentleness and gratitude.
The heroic deeds of the others are inseparably linked with their
native home, the Hospice of St. Bernard. The intelligence and courage
exhibited by these dogs among the avalanches and frozen wastes of their
mountain homes have given them a place in history and earned for them
the title of "The worthiest of them all."

The Setter, which is illustrated in this article, is an excellent type
of a certain class of the Spaniels. The animal is an excellent hunting
dog and gains its name from its habit of crouching close to the ground
when pointing game.

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    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
    Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine,
    Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine.
    Christmas where snow-peaks stand solemn and white,
    Christmas where corn-fields lie sunny and bright,
    Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
                                 --Phillips Brooks, "A Christmas Carol."




A FAVORITE HAUNT.

Children, as a rule, especially those born and raised in the rural
districts, have some favorite haunt where they especially delight to
spend their time and where certain pleasant associations are formed,
the memory of which is treasured in after years.

The writer was no exception to this rule, and he will endeavor to
describe a certain "Deserted Limestone Quarry," which, in his case, was
the favorite haunt of childhood. A perusal of the following will give
my readers an idea of the general appearance of the locality. In the
center was a large body of deep water, bounded on three sides by steep
banks, interspersed with huge rocks and sandstone boulders. On the
fourth side was a cart road leading to the double stone lime kiln, then
out of use. The south bank was bordered by a piece of woodland, through
which ran a little rippling brook, and the other three sides by pasture
fields. Within the deep gulch, and extending around about two-thirds of
the body of water, was a combined cart road and pathway, at the extreme
end of which, lying under two large, overhanging rocks, was a spring
of most delicious water. It was quite deep, but you could see the
golden sand and white pebbles at the bottom very plainly. Hanging from
the banks above mentioned were numerous sumach bushes and blackberry
briars. Such were the natural surroundings of my favorite haunt. A
charming place, indeed; quiet, retired, and a veritable paradise for
the admirer of nature's beauties.

Now a few words regarding the many little friends with which I
associated, and whose habits and daily lives I studied. Within the
lime kiln a pair of Pewees built their nest; among the briars on the
bank, the Song Sparrows reigned; in the piece of woodland referred to
were the nests of a Green Heron, of Blue Jays, Crows, Cat Birds, Wood
Thrushes, Crested Flycatchers, etc. I also observed Belted Kingfishers
on many occasions, but never found a nest. Owing to the large number of
insects around the water the quarry was a favorite feeding ground for
King Birds, Pewees and Swallows, and they could be seen skimming over
the surface of the water from early dawn to the twilight of evening.

Aside from this large bird population, there were land and water
turtles, snapping turtles, frogs in all stages of transformation,
sun and catfish, many beautiful butterflies, and a family of little
gray rabbits. I had the pleasure of seeing the latter when they were
scarcely larger than small kittens. Along the borders of the woods were
gray squirrels, ground squirrels and ground hogs. Thus, in this one
particular, opportunity was afforded for the study of a large number
of natural history subjects. Here, too, was the pleasant odor of fresh
green spearmint and the sweet scent of wild roses. In the early spring
time a profusion of wild violets (blue and yellow), dog-tooth violets,
blood roots, spring beauties, anemones, "jack-in-the-pulpit," belwort
and hare-bell were to be found in the strip of woodland, and later in
the season the pasture fields were covered with buttercups and daisies.

Were all details entered into, a volume could be written concerning
this old quarry and the many happy hours spent there, but I will not
burden my readers with further reminiscences of my favorite haunt.

                                        Berton Mercer.




CARNIVOROUS PLANTS.

This name has been given to certain plants which have developed the
curious habit of capturing insects and using them for food. This
behavior seems at first sight most unplantlike, but it is discovered
that the actual food of all plants is practically the same as that of
animals. The chief peculiarity of carnivorous plants, therefore, does
not lie in the food which they use, but in the methods which they have
worked out for securing it.

They are all green plants, and hence are able to make food for
themselves, but they live in surroundings which are poor in some of the
material which they need in the manufacture of food, so that they have
learned to supplement their food by capturing insects or other small
animals. When it was discovered that these plants not only captured
insects, but secreted substances for digesting them, it was thought to
be a very astonishing fact. It is found, however, that all plants have
digestive substances to act upon their food materials, and that animals
are not peculiar in this regard. It would seem, therefore, that the use
of such food as the bodies of insects and the digesting of this food
are not facts which are peculiar to carnivorous plants, but belong to
all plants as well.

It is interesting, however, to observe the various devices which plants
have adapted for capturing their prey, and it is these various devices
which form the subject of this paper.

Prominent among the carnivorous plants are the pitcher plants, whose
leaves form tubes, or urns, or pitchers of various forms, which contain
water, and to which insects are attracted and drowned. There is a very
common pitcher plant in our northern bogs, in whose urn-like leaves
insects are found drowned, but which does not have such elaborate
arrangements for their capture as other forms. Perhaps the most famous
of the pitcher plants is one which is common throughout the southern
states. The leaves are shaped like slender hollow cones, and rise
in a tuft from the swampy ground. The mouth of this conical urn is
overarched and shaded by a hood in which are translucent spots like
small windows. Around the mouth of the urn are glands which secrete a
sweet liquid, and drops of this nectar form a trail down the outside
of the urn. Inside, just below the rim of the urn, is a glazed zone
so smooth that insects cannot walk upon it. Below the glazed zone is
another zone thickly set with stiff downward-pointing hairs, and below
this is the liquid in the bottom of the urn. If a fly is attracted by
the nectar drops on this curious leaf, it naturally follows the trail
up to the rim of the urn where the nectar is abundant. If it attempts
to descend into the urn it slips on the glazed zone and falls into the
water; and if it attempts to escape by crawling up the side of the urn,
the thick-set, downward-pointing hairs prevent. If it seeks to fly away
from the rim it flies towards the translucent spots in the hood, which
look like the way of escape, as the direction of entrance is in the
shadow of the hood. Pounding against the hood the fly falls into the
water. This southern pitcher plant is known as a great fly catcher, and
is frequently used for this purpose in the south.

  [Illustration: PITCHER PLANT.
                 (Nepenthes.)
                 PRESENTED BY LINCOLN PARK COMMISSIONERS.
                 COPYRIGHT 1900, BY
                 A. W. MUMFORD, CHICAGO.]

The very largest of the pitcher plants is one which grows in the swamps
of California, whose leaves sometimes become as much as two or three
feet high, the huge pitchers forming the most capacious receptacle for
insects of all kinds and sizes. Its general plan is like that of the
southern pitcher plant described above, in that it has an overarching
hood with translucent spots, and a trail of nectar which leads to
the dangerous rim. It has become further elaborated, however, in that
the hood extends into a gaudy fish-like appendage, whose colors and
flapping serve to attract the flying as well as the creeping insects.
The pitcher, also, instead of being straight, is spirally twisted, and
has a wing-like expansion which serves as a guide in the spiral ascent
to the rim, and leads the victim with definiteness and certainty to
the region of danger. The fish-tail appendage is also smeared with the
nectar secretion, so that any flying insect lighting upon it is enticed
under the overshadowing arch and is almost sure of capture.

The most common pitcher plants of the tropics are the Nepenthes, one
of which is shown in our illustration. It will be noticed that each
leaf when fully formed consists of three distinct regions, namely, the
leaf-like blade, which is continued into a tendril which coils around
a support, and the tendril in turn ends in a curiously-formed pitcher,
which has a more or less complete lid. These pitchers are often mottled
with bright colors, and as they swing at the ends of the tendrils
they seem to attract the attention of roving insects. Around the rim
of the pitcher a very definite row of glands may be observed, which
secrete the nectar to which the insects are attracted. The arrangements
within the pitcher are such as have been described for the ordinary
pitcher plant. These pitchers of Nepenthes are usually found containing
insects, and often very many of them, whose bodies are being slowly
digested and the products absorbed by the plant.

Another group of carnivorous plants consists of the sun-dews which
grow in swampy regions and are quite common in our sphagnum swamps.
While the pitcher plants depend upon luring insects to their death
by drowning, the sun-dews depend upon stickiness. The leaves form
small rosettes on the ground and are of various shapes. In one of the
most common forms the leaf blade is round, and the margin is beset by
prominent bristle-like hairs, each with a globular gland at its tip.
Shorter gland-bearing hairs are scattered over the inner surface of
the blade. All of these glands secrete a clear sticky fluid which
hangs to them in drops like dewdrops, and since these dewdrops are not
dispelled by the sun the plants have been called the sun-dews. If a
small insect, in flying or creeping across the plant, happens to touch
one of the sticky drops it becomes entangled, and then there follows
a curious scene. If the insect is small, the single bristle-like
hair, in whose sticky drop it has become entangled, will begin to
bend inwards and will finally press the captured insect down upon
the body of the leaf where the short glandular hairs receive it. If
the insect is strong enough, however, to escape from a single sticky
drop, neighboring hairs will bend toward the one which has captured
the insect, and by adding their mite of strength and glue, succeed in
detaining it until they all bend inwards and press it down upon the
leaf. In some cases the whole half of a leaf will roll inwards in this
attempt to secure an insect. In this position the captured insect is
gradually digested and its nutritive substances absorbed.

Perhaps the most famous and remarkable of the fly-catching plants
is the Venus fly-trap, known only in swamps near Wilmington, North
Carolina. This fly-trap does not depend upon drowning the insects, or
upon sticking them fast, but upon its quickness of movement. Of course
this seems most wonderful in plants, which are not ordinarily endowed
with powers of quick motion. Dionaea, for this is the name of the Venus
fly-trap, has a cluster of small leaves rising from the marshy ground,
just as is the case with pitcher plants and sun-dews. The lower part of
the leaf is like any ordinary blade, but above becomes pinched almost
in two, and then suddenly flares out again into a round blade-like
expansion which is constructed like a steel trap, the two halves
snapping together and the marginal bristles interlocking like the teeth
of a trap. A few sensitive hair-like feelers are developed on the leaf
surface, and when one of these is touched by a small flying or hovering
insect, the trap snaps shut and the insect is caught.

Many interesting experiments have been performed with Dionaea to show
its quickness and its recognition of suitable food material. For
example, although it will snap shut at the touch of a pencil point, or
any other indigestible substance, it soon opens again; while in the
case of a digestible substance the trap remains closed until digestion
has taken place. It has been claimed further that when the trap has
closed its bristles do not interlock closely at first, so that between
the crevices very small insects may crawl out and escape. In such an
event the trap opens again and waits for other prey. If this be true,
it follows that the leaf does not undertake the rather long process of
digestion until an insect of suitable size has been captured, one which
cannot escape through the meshes of the bristles. Digestion is slow
work with Dionaea as with an anaconda, being said to occupy not less
than two weeks.

Among the common marsh plants in certain regions are the bladderworts,
so-called because their bodies are kept afloat in water by means
of numerous little bladders. While these bladders are used in this
fashion, they also serve as most effective traps for certain very
small water animals related to the insects. Each bladder has a sort of
opening which is guarded by a door like that of an ordinary rat trap.
From the side of this entrance hairs are floating and waving in the
water, and within the transparent bladder are other waving tufts of
hairs. For some reason these things are attractive to the minute water
animals, and they push aside the easily-moved trap door, and entering
the bladder find escape impossible, for the door, which was easy to
push aside on entering, cannot possibly be moved outwards.

It must not be supposed that carnivorous plants are peculiar in the
kind of food they use, but merely in the source from which they obtain
it. There are other green plants which supplement their food supply
by preying upon other plants. For example, the mistletoe is able to
manufacture a certain amount of food for itself, but it adds to this
supply by absorbing prepared food from the trees upon which it grows.
The dodder is another illustration of a high grade plant which begins
life independently, but presently breaks its connection with the soil
and becomes entirely dependent upon the plants around which it twines
and from which it absorbs.

A great many plants are known as root-parasites, that is, they absorb
from the underground parts of other plants. This is notably the case
with the orchids and heaths, which have the appearance above ground of
being entirely independent, but which really are quite dependent upon
the underground parts of other plants.

One of the lowest groups of plants, known as the fungi, have cultivated
most completely the habit of dependence on other organisms. They attack
both plants and animals, and are often exceedingly destructive. Among
the better known of these parasites are the rusts, which attack and
destroy many of our most useful crops. To the fungi there also belong
the well-known bacteria, which are the cause of numerous contagious
diseases both among plants and animals. It will be observed that these
parasites are using exactly the same sort of food as do the carnivorous
plants. This does not appear so striking in this case, simply because
the attacking plants are so much smaller than the organisms attacked
that they do not seem to capture them, although they are often none the
less effective in destroying them.

                                        John Merle Coulter.




MAPLE LEAVES.


    October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
      The most are gone now; here and there one lingers;
    Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold,
      Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
                                        Thomas Bailey Aldrich.




  [Illustration: MANDRAKE.
                 FROM KOEHLER'S MEDICINAL PFLANZEN.
                 CHICAGO:
                 A. W. MUMFORD PUBLISHER.]

Description of Plate.--A, B, parts of the plant about natural size; 1,
flower bud; 2, flower; 3, stamens; 4, ovary; 5, fruit; 6, seed coat; 7,
seed.

MAY-APPLE.

(_Podophyllum peltatum L._)

    "The blushing peach and glossy plum there lies,
    And with the _mandrake_ tempt your hands and eyes."
                               --Quoted in _Tuckerman's America, p. 33_.


The may-apple is a small perennial herb with long root-stocks or
underground stems (rhizomes), a native of the United States and Canada,
growing in rather moist woodlands. The rhizomes attain a length of
about twelve feet; they are sparingly branched with comparatively few
roots at the nodes. Upon closer inspection one may notice the leaf
scars and stem scars. Early in the spring the bud situated at the
anterior end of the root-stock or rhizome, develops and sends up a
stem upon which the leaves and flower are situated. The entire plant
attains a height of about twelve inches. The leaves are large, peltate
(from pelta, a small shield), margin deeply from five to nine lobed,
lobes pendant thus giving the leaf a semblance to an umbrella. It
is remarkable that the flowerless plants have only one leaf, while
the flowering specimens always have two, which are opposite upon the
stem apex, carrying the flower in the bifurcation as shown in the
illustration.

Each plant bears a single flower upon a drooping stalk. The calyx
consists of six greenish sepals, which, however, drop off as soon
as the flower begins to unfold. The corolla consists of six or nine
petals, which are quite large, thick and pulpy, and of a creamy white
color. Authorities seem to differ as to the odor of the flower. Some
speak of it as very fragrant; others designate it as nauseous and
others express no opinion. Millspaugh, in his "Medicinal Plants," says,
"The odor of the flowers is nauseous; I am always forcibly reminded
of a bad case of ozaena when inhaling their perfume (?)." It is an
undoubted fact that the rhizomes, stems and leaves have a very decided
heavy, nauseous odor, and it is not unreasonable to assume that this
odor is traceable in flower and unripe fruit.

The flowers expand in May and the fruit ripens in August. The fruit is
a berry about the size of a plum. At first green, it changes to a soft
yellow at maturity. It is not unlike a tomato in general appearance.
When fully ripe it has a fragrant odor and tastes somewhat like the
paw-paw (Asimina triloba).

Podophyllum peltatum is variously known as may-apple, Indian apple,
hog apple, wild lemon and raccoon berry in reference to the fruit;
duck's foot (German, Entenfuss) in reference to the form of the leaf;
wild jalap in reference to its medicinal properties, which are similar
to that of jalap. The generic name Podophyllum, meaning foot-leaf,
is given in reference to the leaf. The plant is also quite generally
known as mandrake or American mandrake, but the mandrake proper, so
frequently referred to in the books of Moses and in the works of
Shakespeare, is not the may-apple but Mandragora officinalis L. of the
night-shade family (Solanaceae), a native of southern Europe. Earlier
collectors supposed the two plants to be similar if not identical.
There is only one other species of Podophyllum which is a native of
Europe.

Apart from its beauty the may-apple is highly valued for its fruit,
which is considered a delicacy by the American Indians. Whites
apparently do not care much for the fruit, though it is occasionally
collected and eaten. The taste of the fully ripe fruit is quite
pleasant. Some state it is like that of a tomato, and it certainly is
not very nutritious. It must only be sparingly eaten because of its
decidedly laxative properties. The entire plant is quite poisonous and
it is stated that the cooked leaves have been eaten for "greens" with
fatal results. The Indians have employed the plant medicinally for
centuries.

The principal use of the American mandrake is medicinal. It is a very
efficient cathartic, due to the presence of a resinous principle known
as podophyllin, which has been given the name "vegetable calomel." It
is no doubt true that this drug is in no small measure responsible for
the decrease in the use of the old-time mineral drug calomel. Both
rhizomes and leaves may be employed, but the former contain more of
the active principle. The drug is rarely given alone because of the
griping it produces; it is combined with hyoscyamus and belladonna,
also with aloes and colocynth. In large doses it usually acts as
an emetic, which would tend to prevent poisoning from an overdose.
Podophyllin has been used in dropsy, scrofula and rheumatic affections.
Applied externally it acts as a powerful irritant, similar to capsicum
and mustard plaster.

                                        Albert Schneider.

       *       *       *       *       *

    I opened the eyes of my soul.
                            And behold,
      A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware--
    For she set her face upward--aware how in scarlet and gold
      A long wrinkled cloud, left behind of the wandering air,
              Lay over with fold upon fold,
                With fold upon fold.

    And the blushing sweet shame of the cloud made her also ashamed,
      The white river-lily, that suddenly knew she was fair;
    And over the far-away mountains that no man hath named,
              And that no foot hath trod,
    Flung down out of heavenly places, then fell, as it were,
    A rose-bloom, a token of love, that should make them endure,
    Withdrawn in snow silence forever, who keep themselves pure,
              And look up to God.
                                    --Jean Ingelow, "A Lily and a Lute."




INDEX.

Volume VIII--June, 1900, to December, 1900, inclusive.


  Almond, The (Illustration) (Albert Schneider), 188

  Ant, An Hour With An (Harriet Woodbridge), 156

  Antelope, The Prong-Horned (Illustration), 179

  Aster, The Late Purple (Illustration), 62

  Aster, The New England (Illustration), 62

  Asters, The (Charles S. Raddin), 62

  Autumn [Poem] (Frederick William Faber), 149

  Autumn [Poem] (William Cullen Bryant), 145

  Autumn [Sonnet] (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow), 98


  Banana, The [Illustration] (William Kerr Higley), 95

  Bantams, The Ways of Some (May H. Prentice), 152

  Bass, The Calico [Illustration], 82

  Bee Balm or Oswego Tea [Illustration], 117

  Bird Family, A Few of the [Poem] (James Whitcomb Riley), 125

  Birds and Poets [Selection] (John Burroughs), 128

  Birds, Natural Rights of (Lynds Jones), 8

  Bird Study (Olive Thorne Miller), 78

  Bird, To the Vesper [Poem] (Frank English), 73

  Birds, What Do We Owe the? (Lynds Jones), 72

  Black-Eyed Susan or Ox-Eye Daisy [Illustration], 111

  Bob White [Poem] (Effie L. Hallett), 128

  Bob White, A True Story of a Wayward (Charles Thompson), 113

  Brittany [Illustration], 34

  Buffle-Head, The [Illustration], 154


  Carnivorous Plants (John Merle Coulter), 228

  Castles in the Air (Charles Elmer Jenney), 175

  Cattle, 32

  Chat, Chatter of a (Elizabeth Nunemacher), 168

  Christmas To-night [Poem] (Phillips Brooks), 226

  Columbine, The [Illustration] (James Jensen), 100


  Daisies, Sunflower and (Albert Schneider), 110

  Day and Night [Poem] (Thomas Bailey Aldrich), 132

  Debt, How We May Best Pay the (Lynds Jones), 122

  December, [Sonnet] (Helen Hunt Jackson), 193

  December, King [Poem] (Walter Thornbury), 193

  Deep, The [Poem] (John G. C. Brainard), 139

  Dog and Its Ancestors, The [Illustration], 224


  Eagle Lore (Phebe Westcott Humphrey), 53

  Editor's Note, 144


  Fashion, Cruel Treatment of Birds Demanded by (Lynds Jones), 150

  Favorite Haunt, A (Berton Mercer), 227

  Fish, The Flying, 144

  Fish, The Growth and Variation of (Seth E. Meek), 84

  Fish, The Origin of the [A Bird-Fish Story] (Albert Schneider), 90

  Fishes, The Geographical Distribution of (Seth E. Meek), 161

  Fishes, The Geological Succession of (Seth E. Meek), 133

  Fish's Place in Nature, The (David Starr Jordan), 14

  Flicker's Mistake, The (Nell Kimberly McElhone), 66

  Flower, A Pattern (John Merle Coulter), 2

  Flower in the Crannied Wall [Poem] (Alfred Tennyson), 68

  Flowers and Their Invited Guests (John Merle Coulter), 59

  Flowers and Their Unbidden Guests (John Merle Coulter), 119

  Fowl, The Domestic [Illustration], 125

  "Frost Spirit," Selection From the [Poem]
      (John Greenleaf Whittier), 169


  Garden, School, 65

  Gentian, Closed or Blind [Illustration], 106

  Gentian, Fringed [Illustration], 106

  Gentian, To the Fringed [Poem] (William Cullen Bryant), 108

  Gentians, The Blue (Charles S. Raddin), 107

  God's Handiwork [Poem] (John Wesley Waite), 7

  Grebe, The American Eared [Illustration], 159

  Grouse, The Ruffed (Florence Holbrook), 102


  Home, A Charming [Poem] (Anna R. Henderson), 48

  How the Swifts Came to Build in Aunt Dorothy's Chimney
      (Mary Grant O'Sheridan), 207


  Insect Music, 31

  Insects, Some Water (Charles Christopher Adams), 25

  Insects, Water [Illustrations], 26


  Jay, The Long-crested [Illustration], 200

  Junco, The Oregon (J. Mayne Baltimore), 80


  Lady's Slipper [Illustration], 58

  Lake, A Mountain [Illustration], 86

  Legislative Protection, A Plea for (Lynds Jones), 221

  Lily, Red or Wood [Illustration], 2

  Lily, The Wild Yellow, 71

  Lily, Wild Yellow or Canadian [Illustration], 70

  Lions, The Baby, 109


  Mallows, The [Illustration], 51

  Maple Leaves [Poem] (Thomas Bailey Aldrich), 232

  May-Apple [Illustration] (Albert Schneider), 234

  Migrations, The Fall [Poem] (Mary Drummond), 151

  Moon-Baby, The [Poem] (Pall Mall Gazette), 215

  Moths, The Luna and Polyphemus [Illustration]
      (Charles Christopher Adams), 173

  Moths, The Cecropia and Promethea [Illustration]
      (Charles Christopher Adams), 216


  Nature, Alone With [Poem] (F. Alexander Lucas), 1

  Nature, The Gladness of [Poem] (William Cullen Bryant), 56

  Nature [Selections] (Chaucer, Pope, Emerson, Thompson), 192

  Nature, The Worship of [Poem] (John Greenleaf Whittier), 77

  Nest, The Two-Storied (Ethel Morton), 41

  Night, Day and [Poem] (Thomas Bailey Aldrich), 132

  November [Sonnet] (William Cullen Bryant), 145


  October's Bright Blue Weather [Poem] (Helen Hunt Jackson), 97

  October [Sonnet] (William Cullen Bryant), 98

  Oswego Tea, The [Illustration], 117

  Owl, The [Poem] (Alfred Tennyson), 198

  Owl, The Western Horned [Illustration], 194

  Ox-Eye Daisy or Black-Eyed Susan [Illustration], 111


  Pigeon, Homing [Illustration], 41

  Pitcher Plant [Illustration], 228

  Plant Protection (John Merle Coulter), 182


  Redstart, The American [Illustration] (Benjamin True Gault), 140

  River, A Mountain [Illustration], 20

  River-Lily, A [Poem] (Jean Ingelow), 236

  Rivers, Some Interesting Things About (Jenkin Lloyd Jones), 20

  Rose-Mallow, Swamp [Illustration], 51


  Sapsucker, The Red-Breasted [Illustration], 212

  "Seasons," Selection from the [Poem] (Hood), 176

  Sea Birds, Home of the [Illustration], 134

  Selection [Poem] (Milton), 83

  Selection [Poem] (James Russell Lowell), 222

  Sensitive Plant, The [Illustration], 182

  September [Poem] (Helen Hunt Jackson), 49

  Snowdrop's Philosophy, The [Poem] (Wildea Wood), 55

  Song [Poem] (George Eliot), 157

  Sparrow, The Vesper [Illustration], 74

  Sunfish, The Common [Illustration], 14

  Sunflower, Tall or Giant [Illustration], 111

  Sunflowers and Daisies (Albert Schneider), 110

  Sunrise Serenade, The [Poem] (Victor A. Hermann), 202


  Tanager, The Louisiana [Illustration], 166

  Thrush, Wilson's [Illustration], 8

  Thrush, Wilson's, 13

  Tiger-Lilies [Poem] (Thomas Bailey Aldrich), 68

  Tree, The Birth of a [Poem] (Lucia Belle Cook), 187

  Tree-Duck, The Fulvous [Illustration], 205

  Trout, The Rainbow [Illustration] (Seth E. Meek), 130


  Victim of Circumstances, A (Mary Morrison), 203


  What Birds Eat [Selection] (Olive Thorne Miller), 80

  Wheat Harvesting (J. F. Steward), 42

  Wheat Harvesting in the Great Northwest [Illustration], 47

  White Table in the Woods, A (Elizabeth Reed Brownell), 214

  Willet, Some Facts About the Western [Illustration]
      (Frank M. Woodruff), 146




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  | VIII Number 2, September 1900, Volume VIII Number 3, October     |
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