ILLUSTRATIONS

He was still sitting on his perch greeting the gold of the morning sun with melodious uproar Frontispiece

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The fox may slink for an hour unscared, waiting with watchful eye on the neighboring chicken coop 6

The mother bird, dancing and mincing along 38

Out from among the birches she sails gracefully, a veritable queen of the fairies 64

There was the swish of wings, the snip-snap of a bird’s beak, and it was all over 86

The way of the “kiver” is this. There is a single, snappy, business-like bob, then another, then three in quick succession 96

That such things are not seen oftener is simply because people are dull and go to bed instead of sitting out under the witch-hazel at midnight of a full moon 114

Of a clear midsummer evening you may hear the muskrat grubbing roots there ... and hear his snort and splash when he dives at sudden sight of you 142

Every boy who knows the country in summer knows him by his rich, red coloration, his strong, black-bordered wings with their black veins 160

The English sparrow has the true instincts of the browbeating coward 180

The skunk doesn’t know where he is going and he isn’t even on his way 198

My lone quail sat on a rock in the pasture, tipped his head back a little, swelled his white throat, and whistled 222