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     ingly tenants of the air, as they rose majestically, 
     
     in heedless descent, swooped upon their prey. 
     
     hen the shadows of evening fall upon the open 
     
     ountry, the dense woods are in seeming darkness, 
     
     .nd the noisy owl wakes from his day dream, to call 
     
     upon his fellows; and when the busy hum ofhuman 
     
     ife, is stilled in repose, the woodlands ring with vo- 
     
     iferating appeals of the Stryx, that bird whose his- 
     
     ory is full of dread to the superstitious, and misgiv- 
     
     ngs to the wayfarer. Many an Island story could 
     
     e told of searches after a supposed wanderer, inex- 
     
     ricably sauntering along on his devious and lost 
     
     ath homeward, and the calls and answers obtained 
     
     hrough these human-voiced night-birds ofthe woods, 
     
     ut the disappointment and chagrin ofhaving risen 
     
     rom some pleasant dream, awakened by some sup- 
     
     posed distant cry of wandering distress, and after a 
     
     ain search, returning with the consciousness of 
     
     eing sold by nn'owl, is enough,without making one’s 
     
     abortive philanthropy the means of a renewed grin. 
     
    

    
     There is a wide range of featheredtribes in Prince 
     
     Edward Island. The mind may turn from the solitary 
     
     and carrion-loving crow, as he caws in self-esteem 
     
     over a putrid carcase. to wander among the honey 
     
     yielding and garden filling flowers of a warm sun, 
     
     thinking of the sunbeam that directs the tiny and 
     
     prism colored humming bird to the dew pearl ofthe 
     
     ragrant blossom. The ornithologist in Prince Ed- 
     
     ward Island may sit in still woods and find around 
     
     him stores of feathered subject, or he may pursue 
     
     alongtheir line offlight, the migrating myriads, whose 
     
     numbers excite him With wonder, while the history 
     
     of their travels charms with novelty, and grandeur. 
     
     The very name of some birds are interest-giving to 
     
     the feelings, and Prince Edward Island is not without 
     
     these. There is the imprecating flagellant, “ Whip- 
     
     poor-will-;” the admonitcry spring bird, “ Sow-your- 
     
     wheat,” and the irritating cat-bird, that squalls dis- 
     
     cord like her namesake. Prince Edward Island has 
     
     her Martens and her Swallows, her Robins and Tits, 
     
     and her birds of color, such as, the Blue-bird, the 
     
    
   
   
    
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