live object to which superstition might more readily attach; some fertile mind has some time appreciated this, and the “belled buzzard” has been the result. The buzzard is one haunting note of melancholy ever present in the landscape of the south. To the stranger this scavenger bird is a loathsome touch that might well be exterminated, but the law protects it since it is the “garbage man” of a territory where decay is rapidly induced by heat, and where it performs an indespensable duty in ridding the country of matter that would breed disease is left to lie exposed.     It is quite probable that the current “belled buzzard” is the product of some rainy afternoon in the hay mow, or some young farmer boy’s idea of a huge joke which might have involved the real belling of a buzzard. As for calamities and disasters; this mundane sphere has always had such visitations and always will, whether there is a belled buzzard around to proclaim their arrival; or not. From— The West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.), 11 July 1922. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.