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summer-like day, in which I made a pil- 

 grimage to Walden I observed a single 

 clouded-sulphur (Philodice), looking none 

 the worse for the low temperature of the 

 night before, when the smaller ponds had 

 frozen over for the first time. 



Of course I kept account of the birds as 

 well as of the flowers, but the number, both 

 of individuals and of species, proved to be 

 surprisingly small, the total list being as 

 follows: great black-backed gull, Ameri- 

 can herring gull, ruffed grouse, downy wood- 

 pecker, flicker, blue jay, crow, horned lark, 

 purple finch, red crossbill, goldfinch, snow 

 bunting, Ipswich sparrow, white -throated 

 sparrow, tree sparrow, snowbird, song spar- 

 row, fox sparrow, Northern shrike, myrtle 

 warbler, brown creeper, white-breasted nut- 

 hatch, chickadee, golden-crowned kinglet, 

 and robin. Here are only twenty-five spe- 

 cies ; a meagre catalogue, which might have 

 been longer, it is true, but for the patriot- 

 ism or prejudice (who will presume always 

 to decide between these two feelings, one of 

 them so given to counterfeiting the other?) 

 which would not allow me to piece it out 

 .with the name of that all too numerous 

 parasite, the so-called English sparrow. 



