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tliat the Hyla Las a short, clear, bell-like "peep!" the 

 Hylodes a harsher, more prolonged "kw-eep!" Al- 

 though the true frogs have practically ceased their sing- 

 ing, it is no uncommon occurrence to hear the rattling 

 green frog, or clamiians, and the burly bull-frog clack 

 and rattle for an hour or more, if the weather is fairly 

 summerlike. The spotted fellows are done croaking. 

 Even by pinching them, you can seldom force a pro- 

 testing squeak. There was no dust to annoy, and 

 dozens were found far from the water, active as in mid- 

 summer, and, as I believe, hunting small grasshoppers. 



Both the spring and pickerel frogs are gathered in 

 company about the pools, for never is the one seen 

 without the other. This constant association might 

 lead one to suspect that here was a case of dimorphism ; 

 for, except in the matter of color, the two species are 

 really one. The minutest details of the habits of a 

 spring frog would equally well apply to the pickerel 

 frog ; and it has been labor lost to discover a differ- 

 ence of habit between the fellow with two rows of 

 spots and him of four. 



October 5. — The country is now at its best, glow- 

 ing, as it does, with the freshness following a two days' 

 bath. The low shrubbery and grass are decked with 

 dewdrops — nature's matchless jewels. With a hope of 

 finding some novelty, I seek the least-frequented nook 

 on the farm, thinking its fauna would be all astir, and 

 the tamer, it might be, for that I had been absent for 

 a month. Reaching the tangled corner where my 

 neighbor's fence is supposed to be, but which the wild 



