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adjoining the clearing, I had a good time pursuing and 

 identifying a number of warblers — the speckled Can- 

 ada, the black-throated blue, the yellow-rumped, and 

 Audubon's warbler. The latter, which was leading its 

 troop of young through a thick undergrowth on the 

 banks of the creek where insects were plenty, was new 

 to me. 



It being August, the birds were all moulting and 

 sang only fitfully and by brief snatches. I remember 

 hearing but one robin during the whole trip. This 

 was by the Boreas River in the deep forest. It was 

 like the voice of an old friend speaking my name. 



From Hewett's, after engaging his youngest son, — 

 the " Bub " of the family, — a young man about twenty 

 and a thorough woodsman, as guide, we took to the 

 woods in good earnest, our destination being the Still- 

 water of the Boreas — a long deep dark reach in one 

 of the remote branches of the Hudson, about six 

 miles distant. Here we paused a couple of clays, put- 

 ting up in a dilapidated lumberman's shanty, and cook- 

 ing our fish over an old stove which had been left 

 there. The incident of our stay at this point was a 

 visit to a cave some two miles down the stream which 

 had recently been discovered. We squeezed and 

 wriggled through a big crack or cleft in the side of 

 the mountain, for about two hundred feet, when we 

 emerged into a large dome-shaped passage, the abode, 

 during certain seasons of the year, of innumerable 

 bats, and at all times of primeval darkness. There 



