---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Parratt, Delbert W.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 10
published: 1915-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Delbert W. Parratt, "Outlines for Scout Workers," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 10 (August 1915): 884–887.'
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  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18010unse
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  identifier: improvementera18010unse
start_page: 884
end_page: 887
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  status: public-domain
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  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18010unse
  publication_year: 1915
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1915, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Outlines for Scout Workers

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Outlines for Scout Workers

                    BY DELBERT W. PARRATT, B. S.

                                II.   BOB WHITE

               "I see   you on the zig-zag rails,
                 You cheery little fellow!
               While purple leaves are whirling down,
                 And scarlet, brown, and yellow.
               I hear you when the air is full
                 Of snow-down of the thistle;
               All in your speckled jacket trim,
                 'Bob White! Bob White!' you whistle."

    1.   Why is the Bob White so named?
    2.   To what family does it belong?       Distinguish   it   from other
birds of this family.
    3.  Note size, shape, and color.
    4.  Contrast male and female in size and in color, and explain why
these differences.
    5.  Contrast the song of the male Bob White with that of the fe-

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male.    Why the difference? When does           it   sing mostly?   Why then?
What is meant by the "covey call?"
   6.  Upon what does this bird live and how is it adapted to get its
food?
    7.   What are the enemies of the Bob White and how does it pro-
tect itself   from these?
    8.   Explain the manner         in   which Bob Whites group themselves
while sleeping.     Why this way?
    9.  Tell of the speed and height at which this bird flies. During
which season does it fly most? Why then?
   10.  Where and how is the nest usually made? Why there?
   11.  Tell of the color and number of eggs. How many broods are
usually hatched in a season?
   12.  Where does the Bob White spend its winters?
   13.  Should the quail be protected? Why? Contrast the open sea-
son in our state for quails with that for ducks. Why the difference?

                                HANDY MATERIAL
          " 'I own the country here about,' said Bob White;
           'At early morn I gayly shout, 'I'm Bob White!'
          From stubble field and stake-rail fence
          You hear me call, without offense,
             Bob White! Bob White!'
          •I'm

           "'Sometimes I think I'll ne'er more say, 'Bob White;'
          It often gives me quite away, does Bob White;
          And mate and I, and our young brood,
                            —
          When separate wandering through the wood,
          Are killed by sportsmen I invite
                                —
          By my clear voice Bob White! Bob White!
          Still, don't you find I'm out of sight
                                                        "
           While I am saying, Bob White, Bob White?'
                                                                — C. C. M.
    The bird under consideration is so named because his call is
suggestive of "Bob White." He is one of the gallinacious birds,
as are also the pine hen, grouse, sage hen, partridge, and Cali-
fornia quail.   These all prefer walking to flying and ordinarily
fly only when in danger.   Strictly speaking, the Bob White is an
eastern bird and consequently not a native of our state. He has
been introduced into Utah and thrives here in a manner pleasing
to lovers of this beautiful and interesting creature.
                                                        Our most
common quail is the California Valley partridge, a name suggestive
                                                                   of
of the fact that the vast regions of our locality were once a part
Alta or Upper California.
     The Bob White is about ten inches long and of a dumpy ap-
pearance. His back is brownish red, tinged with gray and
                                                             mottled
with dusky spots. His chin, throat, forehead and lines
                                                          through
eyes and along the sides of his neck are white. There is a
                                                             black
band across the top of his head.  On  the head of the female  bird,

brownish red replaces the white.  Her smaller size and leafy brown
coloring make her very inconspicuous when on the nest.
     As with most other birds, the female Bob White exercises the

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right of deciding who her mate shall be.       She is not placed in
competition with others of her sex to win the attentions of any
particular male. This striving for recognition is left to the males
and in the struggle the fellow with the prettiest feathers and most
attractive call out-classes his less fortunate rivals.
     And during the mating season the jealous rivals often engage
in lively fights to determine which shall "keep company" with a
certain female and in these the larger bird, of course, stands the
better chance of winning out. The larger bird therefore is the one
to get mated and to have his kind reproduced in the next genera-
tion. This process of fighting, mating, and reproducing has been
going on for a long time until now the males have come to be
somewhat larger than the females.
     The male bird's loud clear song of "Bob White" is thought to
resemble "more wet" and is regarded in some localities as an omen
of rainy weather.      However, it is a cheery song, making rain
seem desirable. After the pair of Bob Whites is mated, the song
is used by the male to call his companion in case she is hid from

view or is straying too far from his side.
     The nest, which is made of grass, is hid in the bushes, often
near a fence. There is always a well defined, though crooked
trail to the nest.    Nests are often placed near foot paths ap-
parently for protection by man against other enemies.
     There are from ten to eighteen pure white, rather sharply
pointed eggs.     The points are turned downward in the neatly
packed nest. As a rule one brood is raised in a season, the so
called second brood coming only when the first is destroyed. The
young birds can run about as soon as hatched. They are difficult
to raise from the eggs, chiefly on account of the impossibility of
obtaining the insects on which the young feed. Both male and
female take turns in keeping the eggs warm during nesting period,
the female, of course, serving the major portion of time.
      Quail are hunted by men and boys in the autumn. Many
perish from cold and hunger, or from being imprisoned under the
snow during severe winters. Foxes and coyotes prey upon these
birds, and snakes upon their eggs.       In order to baffle and be-
wilder their enemies, quail, in common with other wild chickens,
rest on the ground in the form of a circle, heads outward, so that
each can fly off in a straight line, if alarmed, without interfering
 with the others. The flight is low and rapid with numerous quick
 flappings of the wings. After being dispersed the Bob Whites are
called together by the "covey call" of Whir-r-rl-ee   !    Whir-rl-ee
 Whir-r-rl-ee the sweetest, softest, tenderest call one would care
             !

to hear. As a rule, quail do not find it necessary to fly much except
during the hunting season.
      Half the food of this quail consists of weed seeds, almost a
 fourth of grain, and about a tenth of wild fruits. Although thus

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eating grain, the bird gets most of it from stubble.    Fifteen per
cent of the Bob White's food is composed of insects, including
several of the most serious pests of agriculture.    It feeds freely
upon Colorado potato bugs and chinch bugs it devours also cu-
                                                       ;

cumber beetles, clover leaf weevils, cottonboll weevils, cutworms,
and Rocky Mountain locusts.
     Bob White stays with us all winter. Many farmers, who love
this bird, feed whole flocks when the snow is deep and food scarce.
Besides his usefulness to farmers, the quail, in other countries,
proves himself a source of comfort. The Chinese quail, in the
East Indies, is used as a fighting bird and also for warming his
owner's hands in winter.

        Who's whistling so cheerfully down in the clover,
          When the meadows are wet with the sweet morning dew?
        He's piping and calling, this ardent young lover,
          And telling his tale the whole morning through,
        What is it he says in the early sunlight?
                       "Bob White! Bob White!
                       Bob— Bob White!"
        At noon when the day dog in wrath has descended,
          With his swift golden arrows, on grain-field and hill;
        And the birds of the morning their love-songs have ended,
          Then deep in the wood, and down bv the rill
        I hear a shrill whistle, so cheerful and brisrht:
                        "Wheat ripe? Bob White!
                       Not   — not auitel"
        When shadows of evening are lengthening slowly,
          Ere the night dews lie damp on the meadows again;
        As light breezes sweep o'er the soft grass so lowly,
          What is it he says?     I   hear the refrain,
        While in the thick verdure he's hid from my sight:
                       "Good night! Bob White!
                              —
                       Good good night."
                                              —EFFIE   L.   HALLETT

    References: Encyclopedia; Geographical Magazine, May, 1914;
June, 1913; Song, Bob White, Songs in Season; Story, How the Quail
became a Sniye, Holbrook Nature Myths; Utah State Fish and Game
Lows.

    A distinguished member of the National Geographic Society, on
his way down-town one day when the polar controversy was at its
height, passed some little colored boys who were playing with two
very pretty kittens. Pausing, he asked the leader of the party if he
had named the kittens.
    "Oh, yes," was his reply, "I calls 'em Tawm and Jerry."
    "Why not call them Cook and Peary?"
    " Deed, boss," was the quick rejoinder, "dese yere ain't polecat*."
