Chapter IX 



AT THE END OF JUNE 



WE have come at length in our 

 impromptu excursions out among 

 the birds to that deep and busy 

 season when, though just as numerous as 

 ever, they are very hard to find. 



One bright, warm day when the first of 

 July was less than a week ahead, I sat in 

 a clean, cool, mossy wood which hes along 

 a cross-road on the way from my home 

 to the village four miles distant that now, 

 after many years, bears Audubon^s name, 

 and listened on a big log, about six in 

 the evening, until I heard the calls or the 

 singing of at least ten species, not one of 

 which (wait and search and lure them as 

 I would) was I able to get a ghmpse of. 



Included in this number were the Blue 

 Jay, the Yellow-breasted Chat, the Red- 

 eyed Vireo, the Yellow-throat, the Crested 



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