Vol. XIV 
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1896. The mountain is about 2500 feet in height, and the birds stayed at 
the top, which is a few feet above timber line, but after the young were 
well grown all the Juncos formed a small flock, and frequented the tract 
comprising the border of the timber, rarely going more than a few rods 
from the timber line. —GLoverR M. ALLEN, VewZon, Mass. 
Three Birds rare in Framingham, Massachusetts. — Hydrochelidon 
nigra surinamensis.—June 20, 1889, found my brother with the writer 
floating in our canoe, down the Sudbury River in Wayland near the 
dividing line of Wayland and Sudbury. We had arrested the canoe’s 
progress opposite a bunch of lillypads, hoping to draw a pickerelfrom the 
shady depths, when our attention was drawn towards a small dark colored 
bird, also fishing for some member of the finny tribe. I caught up the 
gun and fired but missed. Further down the river we again met the bird 
and at long range dropped it into the water. I had never seen the bird 
before, but descriptions pronounced it a Black Tern, which it proved to 
be; a perfect adult male in full plumage. The bird was so near the line 
when first seen that I enroll it in the list of our birds. Since then, I 
understand that Mr. C. J. Maynard, of Newtonville, Mass., secured a 
companion bird, possibly about ten days previous, near the same place. 
Colymbus holbeelii.—A fine adult female of this species in perfect 
plumage, was brought me by a boy who said he shot it in a pond entirely 
surrounded by a medium growth of hardwood trees located at the westerly 
part of the town. It was accompanied by a second, possibly the male, 
which remained near by for some time, but he was unable to get a shot at 
it. Two young birds of this species in fall plumage were shot on the 
Sudbury River this last fall. 
Sylvania mitrata.— On going out to the barn Sunday evening, Oct. 15, 
1893, to do the accustomed chores, I found a small bird flying about the 
grainroom. At first, thinking it was an English Sparrow, I paid little 
attention to it but a second glance in its direction, when the light from 
the lantern revealed the coloring of the head, I saw it was not a Sparrow. 
I, therefore, shut the door and an exciting chase ensued; finally the little 
bird dropped exhausted behind the grain barrels, and none but ornitholo- 
gists in localities where the Hooded Warbler is so rare, can judge of my 
delight when in looking over the barrels I beheld the upturned face of this 
beautiful bird. I carried it into the house and gave it full possession of 
the birdroom. On returning from business Monday noon I found the 
little bird lying dead on one of the cases, probably from starvation, as the 
stomach was entirely empty. I judge the bird was driven from its course 
by the severe storm of two days previous. In plumage it is equal to any 
adult male in my collection taken during the months of May and June in 
the South.—H. D. Eastman, Framingham, Mass. 
Bibliographical Note. — The obituarists of the late Major Bendire are 
in doubt or in error regarding his earliest direct or indirect contributions 
