198 FOOTING IT IN FRANCONIA 



Cape May warbler found here two years 

 before one of the very best of our Fran- 

 conia birds ; and the entomologist stayed 

 near by with her net and bottles, while the 

 second man kept on a mile farther up the 

 valley to look for thorn-bush specimens. So 

 we drove the sciences abreast, as it were. 

 My own hunt was immediately rewarded, 

 and when the botanist returned I thought to 

 stir his envy by announcing my good for- 

 tune ; but he answered with a smile that he 

 too had seen something ; he had seen the 

 prairie lark soaring and singing. " Well 

 done ! " said I ; " now you may look for the 

 Cape May, and incidentally feed the mos- 

 quitoes, and the lady and I will get into the 

 carriage and take our turn with Otocoris." 

 So said, so done. We drove to the spot, the 

 driver stopped the horses opposite a strip of 

 ploughed land, and behold, there was the 

 bird at that very moment high in the air, 

 hovering and singing. It was not much of 

 a song, I thought, though the entomologist, 

 hearing partly with the eye, no doubt, pro- 

 nounced it beautiful. It was most interest- 

 ing, whatever might be said of its musical 



