. Das Leben und die Gewohnheiten der wilden Tiere. Und nun ist der Mond aufgegangen, kippt die winkenden Blätter und stampft die Baumstämme der Waldbäume mit manch einer silbernen Linie, während die Sterne sich drängen:in Myriaden der tropische Himmel, und funkeln wie Diamanten in seinem klaren Gewölbe. Allnatur ist zur Ruhe gehuscht, und kein Ton stört die Stille, die um herrscht, außer dem ruhigen Rauschen der erhabenen Äste, während sie sich sanft zur Brise bewegen.Dies ist der Moment, den unser Freund für günstig erachtet, sally Forth, und, nach ein paar Finints am Anfang, Und ein paar Höhen von seinen Schweinen,
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. The life and habits of wild animals . torious performance. And now the moon has risen, tipping the waving leaves, and pencilling therugged trunks of the forest trees with many a silver line, while the stars crowd:in myriads the tropical sky, and twinkle like diamonds in its clear vault. Allnature is hushed to repose, and no sound disturbs the silence that reigns around, save the quiet rustling of the lofty branches, as they move gently to the breeze.This is the moment which our friend considers propitious to sally forth, and, aftera few feints at starting, and a few elevations of his pinions, he quietly glidesaway. Noiselessly he sails among the trees, mindful of every object beneath him, ■his wonderfully constructed eyes, that cannot bear the light of day, permitting him-to see, as through a telescope, into the darkness of the forest- He swiftly threadsthe leafy lanes, avoiding, as if by magic, the innumerable twigs and branches- thatintersect his flight, and is watchful at the same time for anything that may serve PLATE. CATCHING A TARTAR, CATCHING A TARTAR. 65 to break his long fast since the previous night. A Httle weasel, Hkewise bent onan evenings marauding amid some oft-visited poultry yard, is quickly spied by theOwl, and, faster than the eye can follow, the stoop is made, and the nimble quad-ruped is a prisoner in the sharp claws of its winged foe. Rising again, the Owlmounts above the trees, and pursues his way towards a ruined tower that has servedthe purpose of a dining-room to him many times before. The bats wing theirerratic flight around, and, with many a curious evolution, attend him as he goes.But suddenly, even in mid-air, his strokes become feeble, a single, harsh note isuttered, the wings then cease to beat and become fixed, and the upward coursechanges to a downward one; and with outstretched claws and stiffened body, thebird falls headlong to the earth—a long line of escaped feathers floating lightlyaway from him as he descends. The reason
