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I continued on to the boat and arrived there without mis- 

 hap, and also without seeing any more birds. 



At nine o'clock in the evening we weighed anchor and 

 started for home with the moon shining calmly dowm upon us 

 and the strange cries of the night birds ringing in our ears. 



F. C. Baker. 

 Academy of Nat. Sciences, 



September, 1889. 



For the Loon. 

 Eg-g-s of Nyctale Acadiea. 



On May 1st, '89, I determined to take a half day off and look 

 for the hawks, so after dinner I started out intending to keep 

 my eyes open (as I always intend to) for anything interesting 

 to an ornithologist or oologist. 



After traveling a number of miles and climbing a number 

 of tall pines, all w T ith like result, viz., finding an old nest filled 

 with leaves, very likely the home of Ruhus squirrelus, I be- 

 gan to think of turning homeward. Passing through an old 

 field I came to a large swamp, and wishing to reach a road on 

 the other side I struck in, becoming more disgusted with 

 " stealing bird eggs" each rod I gained, as the brush and fallen 

 wood were so thick the rabbits that run through them have 

 nothing but stubs left for tails. When well out in the swamp 

 I spied a hole in a dead maple stub about twenty feet up, and 

 thinking there might be a flicker or hairy woodpecker there I 

 made my way out to it and gave it a thump. Ah ! something 

 at the hole ! not a flicker or flying squirrel, but an owl, and 

 and not seeing any ear-tufts I quickly decide it is the Saw-whit 

 or Acadian Owl. 



