‘AN INDIAN’S EVES.” 6]

One fine morning, when passing through a particu-
larly lovely region, his keen eye, with an eager,
intent expression peculiarly its own, was gazing
over the scenery, when, suddenly, he pointed with
his finger to the fence of a field, about 200 yards
olf, exclaiming, ‘See, yonder is a fox-squirrel run-
ning along the top rail; it is not often I have seen
one in Pennsylvania.” As not another individual
in the group could perceive the creature at all, his
companions somewhat incredulously asked him if
he were sure that it was a fox-squirrel.

Audubon smiled, as, turning his eagle glance
upon them, he answered, ‘“‘ Ah! I have an Indian’s
eyes.”

The great ornithologist had the happiness to see
the accomplishment of his long pursued and deeply
cherished project. He completed the publication
of the fifth and last volume of his great work
during the year 1839. He was then in his sixty-
fourth year. Often had he (to use his own expres-
sion) longed to see the day on which his labours
should be brought to an end; and this cherished
desire being fulfilled, he looked up “with gratitude
to the Supreme Being, and felt that he was
happy.”

He lived to the age of seventy-six ; his death
taking place on the 27th January 1851.