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our friends, irienibers uf the rising generation, had net learned 

 what an unreasonable and avaricious creature man is. 



Near the foot of the lake, a cold, clear little stream comes 

 down through the forest. Spruces, pines, and hemlocks, are 

 mixed with deciduous trees of various kinds. The ground is in 

 many places very wet, and clothed with sphagnum. Rhodo- 

 dendrons grow luxuriantly, while such plants as the snowberry 

 suggest the northerly character of the place. In a recently- 

 burned tract on the edge of this wet woodland, the Parula 

 Warbler was found, while within it, the Black and White, 

 Black-throated Blue, and Canada Warblers were numerous. 

 Less conspicuous were the Winter Wren, Golden-crowned 

 Kinglet, Solitary Vireo and Red-breasted Nuthatch. Interest- 

 ing as it was to find these birds spending the suiumer in this 

 part of Pennsylvania, further search showed still better things. 

 Resounding through the woods came the notes "quip, quiji, quip, 

 quip," occasionally running into a long-drawn, whistling "quip, 

 que-e-e-e." These notes were readily traceable to a medium- 

 sized, stoutly-built Flycatcher, the Olive-sided. To make the 

 acquaintance of this bird, long-lonkcd-for but never before 

 found by me, was an event worthy of red-letter record. 



Not so easy to trace was another note. I had heard it before 

 in southeastern Pennsylvania during spring migration.", liut had 

 never been able to fully make it out. The song began with 

 two notes, low in pitch, and possessing that peculiar ringing 

 quality of the Veery's song, which seems to suggest to every 

 one something spiral or whirling. These w^ere followed by a 

 succession of notes, some soft and sweet, others more closely re- 

 sembling high-pitched squeaks. The conclusion of the song 

 was not strikingly peculiar. At first I thought the song rather 

 weak, but after following the sound for some hundred )'ards, 

 only to discover the bird upon a tree-top, still a long way off, I 

 concluded that it possessed good penetration, if not power. 

 The bird which made it was a small Thrush. Unless the bird 

 lies in one's hand, ears are better than eyes in distinguishing 

 between the Olive-backed and Bicknell's Thrushes. The strik- 

 ing Vecry quality of the song, with the absence of dear, high- 



