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upon me. I could not see that he moved head 

 or wings in making his inquiring note. After 

 a shorter rest than usual he rose westward in a 

 long diagonal over the bushes and began his cir- 

 cling. The next time he came down he was a 

 hundred feet distant, and began at once the 

 nasal call. In all he made ten or eleven as- 

 cents, and in coming down avoided me, although 

 I changed my ground each time he rose and 

 tried hard to get near him again. He finally 

 moved to another field, where he was circling at 

 half past seven, when I left the hill. 



Early next morning when I returned to the 

 city my eyes were full of visions of beautiful 

 mountain scenery, and my ears rang with the 

 mocking laughter of loons and the sweet song 

 of the hermit thrush. 



