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tliink seriously of patentino- the process when 

 I get ricli. For several miles before noon the 

 water was quite shallow and with a very per- 

 ceptible current toward the south-east. A 

 Bald Eagle was in sight for several hours sail- 

 ing high in air and apparently following my 

 progress. I was told later on, that they fre- 

 quently follow alligator hunters in this way to 

 feast on the carcasses that are left. Killdeer 

 and Greater Yellow-legs began to abound, and 

 Wilson's Snipe, too, began to "scape" away. 

 These latter during the afternoon were numer- 

 ous past all conception. Half a dozen or more 

 were in the air on each side of me for hours at 

 a time as I walked. You could have killed 

 them with bricks, but bricks don't grow in 

 that country. As the dinner question began 

 to force itself into prominence, I was glad to 

 see a "pine island" ahead, where I hoped to 

 find dry ground and a chance to rest. This 

 tramping all day under a heavy load and 

 scorching sun with no chance to rest at all 

 except standing up becomes, to say the least, 

 very monotonous. But my liope was all a 

 delusion. There was just one spot in that 

 island about as big as my hat, where a fire 

 could be built. I found it by the smoking 

 embers left by the teamsters whose track I 

 was following. This gave me pretty good 

 proof that I might overtake them before night, 

 and made me quite cheerful while I stjuatted 

 in the water and cooked my dinner. Dry wood 

 was plenty enough, for many dead branches 

 showed above the water. A Blue .Jay scolded 

 me, while I wasn't interfering with his business 

 at all. The Florida cousin possesses all the 

 impudent traits of the rest of the family. 

 My luggage, packed into the low crotch of a 

 pine tree, was an object of great curiosity to a 

 pair of Red-Cockaded Woodpeckers. I remem- 

 ber seeing Brown-headed Nuthatches and 

 Chickadees here, too, and a Spotted Sandpiper 

 puzzled me at first by lighting in a ti-ee. 



During the afternoon deep ponds and wide 

 beds of flags were much more numerous. 

 Toward sunset dry islands began to appear 

 here and there, and among them I saw Cardi- 

 nals, Mockingbirds and the Loggerhead Shrike. 

 Before sundown I sighted the smoke of a camp 

 fire, and joined the teamsters whom I had 

 been following for two days in time for supper. 

 The principal feature of this repast was a 

 Limpkin that tastes much like a chicken only 

 perhaps a little better. A bird which my 

 friends called a .Jo Ree puzzled me for some 

 time, but before dark I had it fully identified 

 as the White-eyed Towhee. Near this camp I 



also saw the Kingbird, Pewee, and Bluebird. 

 About the latter the Indians tell a pretty little 

 fable. They say, pointing to a bright colored 

 one, "He rubbed his back against the sky," 

 and indicating another of duller hue, "He 

 fiew up there when it was cloudy." 



Just after sundown large flocks of White 

 Ibises began to fly past and I shot one for 

 dinner the next day. Beautiful as the White 

 Ibis is I assure you he is not a tid-bit. I will 

 never eat one again unless forced to it, and 

 even then I think I shall try and swap it for a 

 crow, even if I have to throw away the crow. 



IIuKkee Hadki. 



Nesting of the Kentucky Warbler 

 in Chester County, Penn, 



Messrs. Samuel B. Ladd, Thomas II. .lack- 

 son, and Iloopes Matlack have all found the 

 nest of the Kentucky Warbler {OpororniK for- 

 mosa) quite frecjuently in both Chester and 

 Delaware Counties. It probably breeds more 

 abundantly in these two counties than any- 

 where else in its entire habitat. 



On June 25, 1888, I found my first nest of 

 this Warbler. I was walking through a large, 

 swampy woods, wlien I noticed a Kentucky 

 Warbler acting as if it had a nest. This I 

 soon found, and just as I was going to look in 

 it the young birds fluttered out. The nest 

 was placed on the ground at the foot of a 

 small bush, in a little glen or hollow well 

 sheltered by trees, about twenty or more feet 

 above a stream of running water. Altogether, 

 it was about as pretty and cosy a situation as 

 one coidd well imagine. 



The nest was a beautiful structure, large, 

 and composed externally of dead beech and 

 other leaves, and prettily lined with fine black 

 rootlets. 



I determined to go back to this woods this 

 year, and in accordance with this determina- 

 tion, on the 21st of May, 1889, I went there 

 and looked through part of the woods without 

 success. On the 25th of the same month I 

 returned there, and this time was more suc- 

 cessful, for before I had been in the woods ten 

 minutes a Kentucky Warbler flew out of a 

 clump of "Skunk Cabbage," about fifteen 

 feet from where I was. After a short search 

 I found the nest. It was placed between the 

 forks and at the foot of a "Spicewood" bush, 

 and ainong the "Skunk Cabbage." It con- 

 tained one egg of the Warbler and two Cow- 

 bird's eggs. 



