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Archie B. replied by carefully thrusting a brown sunburnt arm into the hole and bringing out a nest. "Now, a wood-pecker's egg," he said, carefully lifting an egg out and then replacing it, "'ud be pearly white." "How did you learn all that?" sneered Jud. "Oh, by keepin' out of a cotton mill an' usin' my eye," said Archie B., winking at Bonaparte. Bonaparte glared back.
But I'll tell you a thing right now that'll help you to remember mighty nigh every bird lays a egg that's mighty nigh like the bird herself. The cat bird's eggs is sorter blue an' the wood-pecker's is white, like his wing, an' the thrasher's is mottled like his breast." Ben Butler was hitched to the old buggy and the Bishop drove up.
"Yes, that's so and jus' exacly what a fool 'ud say," came back from the tree. "But it 'ud be because he is a fool, tho', an' don't see things as they be. It's a fly-ketcher's nest, for all that " he added. "Teach yo' gran'-mammy how to milk the house cat," sneered Jud, while Bonaparte grew furious again with this added insult. "Don't you know a wood-pecker's nest when you see it?"
He looked at his master between his snarls as much as to say: "Well, this is great, to tree the real live son of the all-conquering man!" It maddened him, too, to see the supreme indifference with which the all-conqueror's son treated his presence. Jud grunted. He prided himself on his bird-lore. Finally he said: "Wal, any fool could tell you it's a wood-pecker's nest."
"Ain't yer neber hyeard how come de wood-pecker's head ter be red, an' wat makes de robin hab er red bres'?" "Oh, I know 'bout the robin's breast," said Diddie.
In the body of the dead tree a wood-pecker had chiseled out a round hole. "Hello, yo'se'f" finally drawled Jud "whatcher doin' up thar?" "Why, I am goin' to see if this is a wood-pecker's nes' or a fly-ketcher's." Bonaparte caught his cue at once and ran to the foot of the tree barking viciously, daring the tree-climber to come down. His vicious eyes danced gleefully.
She builds her Nest in a Wood-pecker's Hole, very often sixty or seventy Foot high. I did not kill any of them. Their Eyes were red, having a red Circle of Flesh for their Eye-lids; and were very good to eat. These are the first Fowls that appear to us in the Fall of the Leaf, coming then in great Flocks, as we suppose, from Canada, and the Lakes that lie behind us.
"How do you know that's a fly-ketcher's nest and not a wood-pecker's, then?" he asked, to change the subject. "That's what I'd like to know, too," said Bonaparte as plainly as his growls and two mean eyes could say it. "If it's a fly-ketcher's, the nest will be lined with a snake's-skin," said Archie B. "That's nachrul, ain't it," he added "the nest of all sech is lined with snake-skins."
"Now, come under here," went on Archie B. persuasively, "and I'll sho' you they're not pearly white, like a wood-pecker's, but cream-colored with little purple splotches scratched over 'em like a fly-ketcher's." Jud rode under and looked up.
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