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]