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Updated: June 10, 2025
Perhaps the squaws fastened their linden cradles to their limbs while they planted their maize in the springtime, and when they had grown larger, orioles hung their corded hammocks amid their pendulous branches, with no fear of squirrels or that horror of all low nesting birds the black snake. Summer after summer brought new verdure to their branches.
Canary-colored orioles flitted in and out of the trailing willows, a redbird perched on the brow of a sculptured angel guarding a child's grave, and poured his sad, sweet, monotonous notes on the spicy air; two purple pigeons, with rainbow necklaces, cooed and fluttered up and down from the church belfry, and close under the projecting roof of the granite vault, a pair of meek brown wrens were building their nest and twittering softly one to another.
He walked up the stairway, four flights, and came to a long hall, which rustled and rippled and sparkled with flights of young girls eager, vivid, excited, and care-free. A few men moved about like dull-coated robins surrounded by orioles and canary birds. A bland old man with clean-shaven mouth seemed to be the proper source of information, and to him Harold stepped with his question.
The forest was haunted by myriads of gay insects, butterflies with wings of dazzling lustre, birds of brilliant plumage, humming-birds, golden orioles, toucans, and a host of solitary warblers.
Clair County, Michigan. The orioles' nest was well woven in pear shape, dangling from close-swinging twigs at the end of an elm limb which hung over a creek in Orange County, Indiana. The male oriole attended faithfully to the wants of his soberer-hued wife sitting upon the four eggs in their nest.
With a view to imitating his example, I wearied myself trying to count up the number of orioles I had shot in my bird-slaying days, and where it happened. Not more than half a dozen, all told. They are hard to stalk, and hard to see. But of other birds how many! Forthwith an endless procession of massacred fowls began to pass before my mind.
"We have lots of squirrels: they chip. We have orioles: they say, 'Here, here, here I be! "I want the drum because I am a captain! We are going to train with paper caps. "I get up the cows and have a good time. "Good-by. From your son, "P.S. Ma bought me the soldier-clothes. I thank you." About this time Mrs. Clifford was trying to put together a barrel of nice things to send to her husband.
Michaels and bring back fresh grub." "You can't do it, boy," said George. "It's too far an' there ain't a dog in camp. You couldn't haul your outfit alone, an' long before you'd sledded grub back I'd be wearin' one of them gleamin' orioles, I believe that's what they call it, on my head, like the pictures of them little fat angelettes.
They didn't have many clothes on. But some day their feathers will be as pretty as their father's. How they did cry for food! Somehow baby Orioles cry more than other bird babies. They seem to want to eat all the time. And how Father Oriole did work to keep them fed, whistling every once in a while to make things pleasant for his family!
The pursued flew leisurely across the lawn, plainly in no haste, and not at all with the air of the thief and nest robber he is popularly supposed to be. Clearly the elm belonged by bird custom to the orioles, for their pretty swinging hammock could be seen partly hidden by leaves, about halfway up the tree, and what business other than that of marauder had the sombre-hued enemy upon it?
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