Lecturing in Brooklyn's Institute of Arts & Sciences, Wallace Havelock Robb, poet and ornithologist of Ontario, who likes to call himself "the St. Francis of Canada, the poet of birdland," showed stereopticon pictures of his conquests over birds. Of a mother plover with her brood of four sitting on his hand, he said: "There is perfect faith there. Don't ask me how I do it. I don't know, and I can't explain. In my sanctuary all the birds . . . know me now, but that plover didn't know me. She just trusted...
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