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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS. 215 various traps, and now and then would stop and look in. They seemed very much pleased with the bait. The most attractive were the pieces of white and yellow clay. The silly little birds could not eat them; all they could do was to turn them over and over, and carry them away to their nests. When once a bird got fond of these things, it was almost always caught, sooner or later, by the frightful looking creature, who fastened the thread to its feet and pinned it down to the ground. I noticed that he did not throw the net over them, nor take them in the trap al- Digitized by Google
