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Thrush. Its nest was not to be found although we searched 

 through rain and shine. 



Perhaps our second ambition was to find the nest of the 

 White-throated Sparrow. The birds were always to be found 

 on a hillside which was covered with a rather dense but short 

 growth of huckleberries and other shrubby plants. On landing 

 from our boats near one edge of the promising territory, we 

 spread out so as to cover as much ground as possible. Before 

 we had reached the place which it was hoped would furnish the 

 treasure, a brown bird crept off a nest on the ground a few feet 

 in front of one of the party. The motion was noticed of course. 

 The bird kept quiet and hidden for a few seconds; then it came 

 into full view, chirping sharply in a voice which could be con- 

 fused only with that of the Swamp Sparrow. It was a White- 

 throat. The nest contained four beautiful eggs and one nest- 

 ling, naked except for a tuft or two of blackish down. It was 

 ascertained later that the eggs were quite fresh, so it has been 

 supposed that the nestling was a Cowbird. So far as known, 

 however, this bird has not been seen at Pocono Lake; but since 

 it is frequent at a locality only a few miles distant, the above 

 identification may be correct. In any case the presence of fresh 

 eggs and a nestling in the same nest is of interest. This appears 

 to be the first record of the nest of this bird for the State of 

 Pennsylvania. 



Upon one of our tramps we found a small, swampy tract close 

 to the Tobyhanna, below the lake. The ground was covered 

 with deep, wet sphagnum, which spread its spongy carpet over 

 roots, stumps, and fallen trees. In this locality Nashville and 

 Black-and-W'hite Warblers were singing frequently. The pres- 

 ence of Veeries was also revealed by a very few of their ordi- 

 nary calls. As I had never found the nests of any of these 

 birds I decided to make a thorough examination of this small 

 swamp. Securing a long stick for parting the foliage, I started 

 at one side and worked slowly back and forth. A Catbird's 

 nest, with a very indignant owner, and two or three empty 

 nests of very definite construction, but uncertain identity, 

 seemed to be all that the place would yield, when, upon moving 

 the top of a two-foot-high hemlock, my eye caught the circular 



