larches, the ground being very wet and spongy. The very 
first bird to appear was a fine white male Marsh Hawk that 
flew hurriedly out of the swamp, and returned now and then 
high in the air to see what success I was having. 
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to explore it thoroughly. My first visit was on the eleventh 
of May. Pulling up the tops of my long boots, I struggled 
through the dense fringe of alders on the edge, and emerged 
in a rather open area of long grass, low bushes, and stunted 
CAPTIVE cooper's HAWK 
