Here too, the hunters followed them and made awful havoc in their ranks.

One man made the cruel boast that the winter previous he had killed one thousand cedar-birds for hat trimmings.
Many of our family had located for a time near the coast, but here too, on these sunny plains, the death messengers followed us and slew us by the thousands.
We learned that one bird man handled thirty thousand bird skins that season.

Another firm shipped seventy thousand to the city, and still the market called for more and yet more.

The appetite of the god could not be appeased.
I am sure this account of the loss of bird life must have seemed appalling to my mother, for I heard her moan sadly when it was talked about.
It was during my stay in the Southern islands that I first saw the white egret, whose beautiful sweeping plumes, like the silken train of a court lady, have so long been the spoils of woman, that the bird is almost extinct.

As these magnificent feathers appear upon the bird only through the mating and nesting season, the cruelty of the act is still more dastardly.