JUNE IN FRANCONIA. 9 
As there were at least two pairs of the 
birds, and they were unmistakably at home, 
we naturally had hope of finding one of the 
nests. We made several random attempts, 
and one day I devoted an hour or more to a 
really methodical search; but the wily singer 
gave me not the slightest clue, behaving as 
if there were no such thing as a bird’s nest 
within a thousand miles, and all my endeav- 
ors went for nothing. 
As might have been foreseen, Franconia 
proved to be an excellent place in which 
to study the difficult family of flycatchers. 
All our common eastern Massachusetts 
species were present, —the kingbird, the 
pheebe, the wood pewee, and the least fly- 
catcher, —and with them the crested fly- 
catcher (not common), the olive-sided, the 
traill, and the yellow-bellied. The phcebe- 
like ery of the traill was to be heard con- 
stantly from the hotel piazza. The yellow- 
bellied seemed to be confined to deep and 
rather swampy woods in the valley, and to 
the mountain-side forests; being most nu- 
merous on Mount Lafayette, where it ran 
well up toward the limit of trees. In his 
notes, the yellow-belly may be said to take 
