From traffic, barbarous and grave,
And quickly strive the birds to save.
—George Klingle.
A CARGO OF STOWAWAYS.
“Birds of ocean and of air
Hither in a troop repair.”
—Aristophanes’ “The Birds.”
Passing out of the golden sunrise into a world of blue sky and the blue waters of Lake Huron, we regretfully assured ourselves that save for the shadowy gray and white gulls that followed in the wake of our steamer in search of a breakfast, there would be for us no bird reviews so dear to the heart of the ornithologist in a strange country, or not at least until we should have reached the far distant islands in the picturesque River Sault Ste. Mary, so with the inertia of the blank waters about us we prepared to be content, but in this instance, as in many others, we were to learn that conclusions are by no means conclusive, and it was with joy that we could exclaim with Aristophanes:
“But hark! the rushing sound of rushing wings
Approaches us,”