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around the sides of the head. They were taking needed 
rest and refreshment on their long journey from Patagonia to 
the Arctic Sea, and we left them with sincere wishes for their 
prosperity. Thus I encountered many a flock, and even found 
a band of them wading in a shallow alkaline lake. 
FLOCK OF TURNSTONES, WITH A WILSON^S PLOVER, A DOWITCHER, AND A SANDPIPER 
Near here the next morning, on a muddy flat bordering 
a small slough, I had my introduction to a kind of wader that 
I had long desired to meet. I saw them, a band of a dozen, 
long of leg and bill, scattered about, eagerly probing in the 
rich Dakota mud. They had reddish breasts and white rumps, 
and I knew they were the Hudsonian Godwit, a bird I had 
never seen alive. They remained there all day, giving me 
abundant opportunity to watch their graceful motions, ■ — 
walking, probing, and wading, — which resembled those of 
the Yellow-legs. This species, too, breeds in the far North. 
Other migratory species were also passing, lingering awhile 
along the margins of the lakes or the muddv shores of the 
sloughs. Many Turnstones, in their most brilliant plumage, 
were enjoying the pebbly shores of the larger lakes. In one 
