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By a little trout-brook in a low part of the woods 

 adjoining the clearing, I had a good time pursuing 

 and identifying a number of warblers, — the speckled 

 Canada, the black-throated blue, the yellow-rumped, 

 and Audubon's warbler. The latter, which was 

 leading its troop of young through a thick under- 

 growth on the banks of the creek where insects 

 were plenty, was new to me. 



It being August, the birds were all moulting, and 

 sang only fitfully and by brief snatches. I remem- 

 ber hearing but one robin during the whole trip. 

 This was by the Boreas Biver in the deep forest. 

 It was like the voice of an old friend speaking my 

 name. 



From Hewett's, after engaging his youngest son, 

 — the "Bub'' of the family, — a young man about 

 twenty and a thorough woodsman, as guide, we 

 took to the woods in good earnest, our destination 

 being the Stillwater of the Boreas, — a long, deep, 

 dark reach in one of the remote branches of the 

 Hudson, about six miles distant. Here we paused 

 a couple of days, putting up in a dilapidated lum- 

 bermen's shanty, and cooking our fish over an old 

 stove which had been left there. The most note- 

 worthy incident of our stay at this point was the 

 taking by myself of half a dozen splendid trout out 

 of the Stillwater, after the guide had exhausted his 

 art and his patience with very insignificant results. 

 The place had a very trouty look; but as the season 

 was late and the river warm, I knew the fish lay in 

 deep water from which they could not be attracted. 



