24S UPLAND AXD MEADOW. 



done with it. The naturalist has no special right to the 

 nse of these names, to the exclusion of the contemplative 

 rambler, who also loves to see these creatures. 



Having reported the result of my collecting to the 

 schoolmaster, lie bestowed upon me such a pitying smile. 

 "And didn't you find any Goniobases, Valvatse, Melan-, 

 thos, or Lioplax?" he asked, with a frown or a look of 

 disgust. Find them ! I'm glad I did not. Had I 

 known the probability of encountering such creatures I 

 should have stayed at home. 



Tiie schoolmaster cooled ; his disgust became sym- 

 pathy, and I learned that these startling names were of 

 other water-snails, pretty and innocent as those I had 

 gathered. They are not found, however, in Poaetquis- 

 sings; the water is too quiet, the bottom too muddy. 

 It needs a river-bank stroll or a row on Crosswicks 

 Creek at low tide. Then we can find them also, per- 

 haps as abundantly as I found the others. And a word 

 here. If you show a friend a river-snail, do not shout 

 Goniobasis in his ear; break it to him gently. 



A mid-August day is apt to be a lazy one. What 

 birds I heard sang only in the most listless manner. 

 One fly-catcher, in particular, drawled out pee and post- 

 poned the wee until cooler weather. It even raised its 

 wings at times, to dart after a fly, concluded it was too 

 hot, and sat still. 



The bobolinks are now reed-birds, and flocks of them 

 are gathering on the reedy meadows that line the west 

 bank of Crosswicks Creek. The seed of these tall 



