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Title: The Oölogist for the student of birds, their nests and eggs
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Lattin, Frank H
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: Albion, N.Y. : Frank H. Lattin
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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make a reservoirof it. Bj so doing, the river soon wentout of its banks, took in all the treesthat could be found in the bottom,leaving only the tops protruding fromthe water, making it a cinch to collectfrom a boat. (That is, the trees thatare smaller in diameter than the onefollowing). As I was saying, we were zig-zagingin and out of the trees, keeping aclose watch out for good hollows. Wehad gotten no more than two hundredyards in the trees, when I happened tocast my optics on a good hollow downthree hundred feet in front of us. Thenwe put on full steam ahead. Just aswe neared the stub, the bow of theboat hit it, and out flew Mrs. BarredOwl. Right there a free for all scram-ble liked to have taken place, to seewhich would get up and see in thehollow first. Raymon tried first toget up to it, then I tried, then he,then my time again. It had no limbson it, and was as slick as glass, there-fore neither could coon it up. Allthis time our ))oat was doing the Hesi-tation, 148 THE OOLOQIST
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■D ^ o 0) ^^ F-i 0) ^ ■•-• o I -a !;-o I THE OOLOQIST 149 We happened to look down in theboat, and there we found about fourfeet of old rope tied to an old anchor.By putting the anchor over the end ofone of the oars, we hooked it in thehollow, and 1 started up hand overhand, but—to our sad luck, the ropesnapped in two, leaving the remainingten inches in my hand, and the otherthree feet and the anchor fell down inthe bottom of the cavity. Then wewere guessing again how to get up. Raymon, after putting his woodenbrain to work, suggested stackingsome life belts, which we always car-ried along, up on the hood of the boat,by doing this it put me up about fourfeet. Then I held to the trunk untilRaymon could get under me where Icould stand on his shoulders, then Icould hold the hollow with one handand pulled myself up where I couldlook down in it. And lo and behold,after all this hard brain work andlabor, there was nothing in it but thebottom, and the pieces of rope and theanchor t

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