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bully brown; the other two are distinctly flecked with reddish brown or 

 cinnamon-color, these markings most numerous, and in one egg most 

 distinct, on the larger end." 



The nest was built in canes, six and a half feet from the ground, and 

 over running water, and is typical of a Swainson's nest. 



After taking the nest and eggs I would not shoot the birds as 1 hoped 1 

 could get another set of eggs from them. I accordingly visited the same 

 swamp again on May 26, and after an hour's careful search I found the 

 nest, with the bird sitting. I actually bad mv hand on her before she left 

 the nest. Tbe eggs — three, as in the first nest — are all spotted, much 

 more so than tbe first set. They are all marked with reddish brown, 

 upon a bulTv white ground, though in one egg the ground color seems to 

 be a little lighter than in the others, and it is not as heavily marked. 

 The nest was built in canes, but was placed only three feet from the 

 ground and in a comparatively dry situation. 



Mr. Brewster has described a set of three eggs of this Warbler which 

 were taken by me. (See Auk, Vol. II, No. 4, 1SS5.) Me says: "One is 

 perfectly plain; another, like tbe larger egg of the first set, has two or 

 three minute specks which may be genuine shell markings; while the 

 third is unmistakably spotted and blotched with pale lilac." — ARTHUR T. 

 Wayne, Yemassee, S. C. 



Helminthophila chrysoptera in Manitoba. — By the kindness of Mr. 

 William lline of Winnipeg, Manitoba, I am enabled to record the capture 

 of a Golden-winged Warbler taken by him near Winnipeg on or about 

 May 24, 1SS7. Two years ago in Winnipeg Mr. Hine showed me the 

 specimen, which he had mounted. It was an adult male in full plumage. 

 This capture is an interesting one, for although the Golden-winged 

 Warbler is well known to breed in some parts of Wisconsin and Minne- 

 sota, Winnipeg is some three or four hundred miles beyond its known 

 range. — C. F. BATCHELDER, Cambridge, Mass. 



Was He a Philanthropist? — On the fourth of July, when in the woods 

 looking for the nest of a Black-throated Blue Warbler, my attention was 

 diverted by a Chestnut-sided Warbler. He came bunting over tbe bushes 

 near me, once living so low that I caught his image among the waving 

 reflections of the sunlit saplings in the pool at my teet. I traced him to a 

 nest, and was rejoicing over the discovery when, on walking nearer, I 

 was thrown into perplexity by seeing a female Redstart come to feed the 

 young. What could it mean? I dared not believe my eyes. Perhaps, 

 in moving to a better position, I had lost my Chestnut's nest and come 

 upon a Redstart's. Or — could such strange things be? Before I hail 

 time to get over my bewilderment, back flew the Chestnut again, feeding 

 the babies as calmly as if to assure me that such things were, whether 

 from precedent or the premises of ornithologists they could be or could 

 not be. 



I signalled excitedly to Mrs. Olive Thorne Miller, who was watching 



