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route coincident with the land areas, and that those 

 which occupy that portion of lowland North Amer- 

 ica which is east of the Appalachian chain during 

 the breeding season, pass south when migrating 

 to the east of that chain and proceed around its 

 southern point; taking a land journey across the 

 Mississippi, they reach Central and South Amer- 

 ica (where they winter) by what may be termed 

 the Louisiana, Texas, and Mexican route. It 

 seems not a little remarkable that this bird pre- 

 sumably has never taken the Florida and island 

 route followed by so many other small migrants, 

 nor am I aware of any West Indian records of 

 the species in question. 



I cannot dwell longer on the work of this sum- 

 mer, but must hasten on. Suffice to say that I 

 collected about two hundred birds, some of which 

 I did not know until I returned to Cambridge, 

 where, with the assistance of the museum collec- 

 tions, their identity was revealed. 



The house that we went to live in, and where 

 the rest of my undergraduate years were passed, 

 was located in Berkeley Street, and was almost 

 directly back of the poet Longfellow's ; his garden 

 adjoined our place. John Fiske was a close 

 neighbor and nearly opposite was the home of 

 William Dean Howells. 



My mother had a considerable circle of friends 

 which grew rapidly. Robert Dale Owen, Henry 



