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shot rang out from behind the sandhills. The 

 line of honking migrants wavered, but none 

 fell. Just as they disappeared a second flock 

 came within view and hearing in the west, and 

 passed over us in the invisible wake left by the 

 first. They seemed to be searching for a place 

 to rest. The two flocks contained at least 

 ninety-five birds. Walking round the little 

 bush-grown pond we listened entranced to the 

 medley music of the tree sparrows and their 

 companions. The yellow-rumped warblers were 

 probably birds which had wintered on the Cape, 

 just as some others have spent this winter in 

 Arlington, not far from Mystic Ponds. 



The farmer asked us to enter his cottage and 

 see his collection of Indian stone relics picked 

 up by him on the slopes and fields above the 

 pool. We did so and found that he had gathered 

 several hundred arrow and spear heads, cutting 

 tools, hammers, bits of wampum and what he 

 called fish-net sinkers. He took us to the field 

 west of the pond and home acre, and bade us 

 search with him for more relics. At the end 

 of twenty minutes he had aided us in finding 

 two or three arrowheads, several fragments show- 

 ing clear indications of having been chipped, 

 and one sinker. In this field a flock of thirty or 

 forty horned larks were feeding ; they rose and 

 flew, circled and came down again within fifty 



