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Nesting of the Prarie Warbler. 

 There is a pleasure resort called 

 Great Falls, which is situated in Vir- 

 ginia, fourteen miles North of Wash- 

 ington, D. C. During the latter part 

 of May, of a few years ago, I made 

 several trips to this place in search 

 of birds' nests. Upon a hill lying a 

 short distance back of tlie Potomac 

 River, I found a thicket of briers and 

 low Oak saplings that bordered on 

 a wood of considerable extent. Up- 

 on my first trip to this place, about 

 May 20th, I discovered the partly built 

 nest of some Warbler. May 24th 1 

 returned to the place again, and found 

 the nest to hold three small eggs. I 

 waited some time for the bird to come 

 to the nest but she did not return. 

 Several days later I came again to 

 the nest. The day was rainy so I ex- 

 pected to find the bird at home. In 

 this, however, I was disappointed. 

 The nest now held four beautiful 

 pale greenish-white eggs speckled in 

 wreaths of dark brown. I went away 

 from the nest and returned in an hour. 

 This time two Warblers kept up 

 sharp chipping notes from the low 

 undergrowth. Soon I saw one bird 

 go to the bush which held the nest, 

 and I soon recognizied it as the Prairie 

 Warbler. The nest was built in a 

 triple crotch, four feet up in a low 

 white Oak Sapling. It was made of 

 strips of weeds and vegetable down. 

 Waynesburg, Pa.. 



S S. Dickey. 



A Find. 

 On May 17th, while out collecting 

 with Mr. Darlington, I was walking 

 through a field, when I stopped, and 

 looked around. All of a sudden a 

 meadow lark flushed with a loud whirr 

 of wings from a nest containing six 

 of the prettiest meadow-lark eggs I 

 ever saw. Incubation was begun. 

 Wilmington. Del E. M. Kejiworthy. 



One of these birds nested in the 

 front yard of my home place this 

 season and laid seven eggs — hatched 

 every one of them on May 18th, and 

 at the time of writing this, June 

 1st, 1914, the little fellows are fol- 

 lowing the parents about the place 

 begging for food. 



Henry W. Beers. 



Henry W. Beers, who died at his 

 home at Bridgeport, Connecticut, April 

 4, 1914, and of whose death we no- 

 ticed in the May issue, we wish to 

 say that thereby The Oologist lost a 

 true and old friend, and the bird fra- 

 ternity one of its leading lights. He 

 was long recognized as an authority 

 on the birds in his neighborhood and 

 had a wide knowledge of the birds 

 of the country. Many of his notes 

 and observations on birds are fully 

 quoted by the late publication issued 

 by his native state, "THE BIRDS OF 

 CONNECTICUT." 



During his long years of life he 

 held a rank and position in his own 

 home for strict business integrity, 

 good habits, and general all around 

 citizenship excelled by none. His 

 love for and knowledge of the birds 

 was a predominating characteristic 

 of his life, and a tender chord is 

 touched in the following from the pen 

 of his bereaved wife: 



"When Mr. Beers was sick, when he 

 was too weak to want anything else, 

 even for me to play softly on the 

 piano to help quiet him, he would ask 

 me to read a little from THE OOLO- 

 GIST. I told my mother it seemed 

 sometimes as he would almost pass 

 away with one of these papers in his 

 hands, as there was a short time he 

 tried to read himself. The Sunday 

 Mr. Beers was taken sick, he read a 

 sketch in The Oologist about the 

 death of a friend in New Hampshire 



