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our arrival, and naturally we anticipated no 

 difficulty in finding others ; but for two or 

 three hours we followed the chase in vain. 

 Twice, to be sure, a sparrow of some sort 

 flew up in front of us, but in both cases it 

 got away without our obtaining so much as 

 a peep at it. Up and down the beach we 

 went, exploring the basins and sliding down 

 the smooth, steep hills. Every step was 

 interesting, but it began to look as if I 

 must go home without seeing Ammodramus 

 princeps. But patience was destined to 

 have its reward, and just as we were tra- 

 versing the upper part of the beach for the 

 last time, I caught a glimpse of a bird 

 skulking in the grass before us. He had 

 seen us first, and was already on the move, 

 ducking behind the scattered tufts of beach- 

 grass, crouching and running by turns ; but 

 we got satisfactory observations, neverthe- 

 less, and he proved to be, like the other, an 

 Ipswich sparrow. He did not rise, but 

 finally made off through the grass without 

 uttering a sound. Then we examined his 

 footprints, and found them to be, so far as 

 could be made out, the same as we had been 

 noticing all about among the hills. 



