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Spotted Sandpipers were very com- 

 mon. We searched for nests of the 

 Canada Nuthatch and Myrtle Warbler. 

 While both were very plenty, we die 

 not locate any nests. Nests of the 

 Song Sparrow and Savanna Sparrow' 

 were found and marked, so to return 

 and make photos of them. 



Eating a lunch at Oldtown, we then 

 proceeded down the wheel path of the 

 Niben Club toward Bangor. Kinglets 

 were common, nestbuilding, but no 

 nests were located. We searched the 

 marsh on either side of tlie patn 

 where numerous wablers nest. The 

 song of the Yellow Palm Warbler at- 

 tracted our attention, in the Orono 

 bog. We did not search long for 

 nests, as we proposed to go to the 

 Hermon bog, about five miles from 

 Bangor. We waded the grass and 

 reeds, looking for the Short-Billeg 

 Marsh Wrens, but nothing but their 

 saucy chatter was recorded. We sat 

 down to rest a moment, on a bridge, 

 and a new bird note was soon wafted 

 over from the reeds and cattailsj one 

 new to us, yet one we had fresh in 

 our minds, one we had hoped to hear. 

 It said Kik-kik-kik, kik-kiker, kik- 

 kik, kik-kik, occasionally uttered with 

 that que-eah for an ending, which was 

 mentioned by Bro. Norton in his arti- 

 cle (Jan. No. Journal, Vol. IV., Page 

 10.) and has been described by Wm. 

 Brewster, (Auk XVII, P s 321) in his 

 article: An Ornithological Mystery. 

 We listened perhaps a half hour to 

 this strange kicker. He was well 

 concealed, but very near to us. Yet 

 we could not learn what he was kick- 

 ing about. On preparing to start for 

 the Hermon bog Mrs. Knight very 

 kindly offered me the loan of her 

 wheel, and in company with Mr. Bill- 

 ings and Mr. Hall, who were inter- 

 ested more especially in botany, we 

 formed a line and headed for Hermon 

 Pond. Every field worker knows of 



the appearance we put up and can 

 well picture the looks and remarks 

 that the good people of Bangor gave 

 us from either side as we wheeled 

 along the streets, loaded with grips 

 and boxes, field glasses and various 

 other implements, such as only a set 

 of bird cranks would carry afield. 

 Not discouraged, we crossed the rail- 

 road, and leaving our wheels in an 

 old building, beside the bog, we don- 

 ned old shoes and prepared to wade 

 the swamp. Yellow Throats and 

 Parulas we at once noted to be com- 

 mon. A pair of Swainson's Thrush 

 next attracted our attention, while the 

 other two gentlemen went in search of 

 the yellow ladies' slipper. Canada 

 Warblers were there nesting, while 

 Swamp Sparrows were nesting, as 

 were the Song and White-Throated 

 Sparrows. Soon the peculiar song of 

 Dendroica palmarum hypochrysea was 

 heard in different parts of the bog. 

 We commenced searching for the 

 nests, gathering plants and flowers as 

 we gyrated about the bog. We were 

 searching about near where a male 

 was singing when Mr. Billings flushed 

 a bird from a tuft of grass and weeds 

 between us, and on looking at the 

 spot where she got up, there was the 

 nest with five eggs. We called Mr. 

 Knight and waited till the bird re- 

 turned. A Yellow Palm sure enough. 

 The eggs were well incubated, proba- 

 bly having been laid about two weeks 

 earlier. The nest was placed in a tuft 

 of grass beside a small spruce bush, 

 completely concealed, and well up 

 above the water that was so thor- 

 oughly soaked into the moss which 

 completely covered the bog. An 

 abundance of lambrkill and Labrador 

 tea was growing about the site. The 

 nest was well built of weeds, roots 

 and grasses, elaborately and warmly 

 lined with fin grasses and hairs. 

 This is; so far as I know, the third 



