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all rose high in the air and turned in the direc- 

 tion of their night roost, but the temptation to 

 stay up a little longer and renew their play and 

 the fun of the bath was too great and they re- 

 turned and again bombarded the water. Finally, 

 when the whole sky was suffused with an orange 

 glow, deepening to crimson, they tore them- 

 selves away from their sport, rose to a great 

 height and in open ranks made off directly for 

 their roost in the dunes. 



On a dull May day with an easterly gale 

 bringing in sea mist. Sagamore Pond was covered 

 with swallows — all four species, tree, barn, eave 

 and bank in order of abundance. As one stood 

 on the shore and looked out on the bewildering 

 throng, one could recognize the calls of all the 

 species. They were all fiying within a foot of 

 the water into the teeth of the gale, occasion- 

 ally setting their wings and soaring and occasion- 

 ally dipping in the water below. Arrived at the 

 easterly shore of the pond, they ascended a few 

 yards, turned and glided down wind with great 

 rapidity, only to turn again and begin their slow 

 progress back. It reminded one of a lot of chil- 



