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to explore it thoroughly. My first visit was on the eleventh 

 of May. Pulling up the tops of my long boots, I struggled 

 through the dense fringe' of alders on the edge, and emerged 

 in a rather open area of long grass, low bushes, and stunted 



CAPTIVE COOPER'S HAWK 



larches, the ground being very wet and spongy. The very 

 first bird to appear was a fine white male Marsh Hawk that 

 flew hurriedly out of the swamp, and returned now and then 

 high in the air to see what success I was having. 



