Bird’s-Nests in Speaking-Horn.
Upon the same lot with the court-house stood the fire-engine-house, with its old-fashioned lookout tower. On the top of the tower was a weather-vane, made of a great fireman’s horn, but the only voices which ever issued from this old speaking-trumpet were the voices of the purple martins, singing their bubbling love songs, the twittering of their mates, or the impatient piping of the young birds inside their revolving home.
It was in the swinging, moving weather-vane of the engine-house that these birds each year built their nests and reared their young.
Figs. 43 to 47.—The Log may be Rounded or Square.