Life History of the Prothonotary Warbler. 35 



day, long after the golden sun had sunk in the distant 

 west, and not until issuing stars cast dim reflections in 

 the dark waters beneath did we resume our paddling, 

 loath, though now compelled, to depart from this bird's 

 domain. Nature was hushed in slumber, and not a sound 

 broke the enchanting quiet save the splash of the pad- 

 dle, the weird hoot of an owl, and the notes of a whip- 

 poor-will in the distance. 



