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few weeks. On Tuesday, July 15th, I 

 reversed my trip, going to Pittsfield 

 on Tuesday, instead of Wednesday, as 

 was my usual trip. Just why I did 

 this I never knew. I arrived at his 

 home between 3 and 4 P. M. and at 

 5 o'clock he passed out into eternity. 

 It was a peaceful ending, for as he 

 said: "He welcomed death as a relief 

 from his sufferings." He was prepared 

 to go, for he had learned to know the 

 God of the trees and flowers, the 

 fields, the birds and all that is beau- 

 tiful in his search for the truth in Na- 

 ture. It was his expressed wish that 

 his intimate friends should bear his 

 remains to their resting place. After 

 his demise, I at once telephoned Bro. 

 Knight, at the request of his parents, 

 to know if he could be present on the 

 following Thursday. But unfortunate- 

 ly, the heavy showers of Wednesday 

 crippled the wires so Mr. Knight did 

 not get the message as to the hour 

 the funeral was to occur on the next 

 day. So he could not get a train in 

 season. The other pall-bearers were 

 chosen from his school friends who 

 lived in town. Many and beautiful 

 were the flowers given by his numer- 

 ous friends, as a last, sad, tribute. A 

 more extended paper on his life work, 

 and his last days, will be read at the 

 annual meeting in November and pub- 

 lished in the Journal in the January 

 issue following. 



— o — 

 We are including in this issue a cut 

 representing our former editor, Mr. 

 Clarence Henry Morrell, formerly of 

 Pittsfield, (now deceased). This pict- 

 ure was taken at about the time he 

 joined the M. O. S., in 1887, and 

 is a good likeness of him at that 

 time. 



September. While on a hurried trip 

 through the States of Rhode Island 

 and Connecticut the first week in 

 October I saw several near Newport, 

 R. I. 



While in John Lord's rooms a few 

 days ago, looking his birds over, I saw 

 five Least Bittern, three Black Tern, 

 one Piping Plover, eleven Stilt, one 

 Willet, and one Godwit, which were all 

 taken around Portland and vicinity, 

 which seem rare enough to be deser- 

 ving of mention. 



A RAMBLE AMONG THE BIRDS IN 

 MAY. 



NOTES. 

 The Meadow Lark seems to have 

 disappeared from this locality, none 

 having been seen since early in 



Shall we take a stroll through the 

 woods that lie along the banks of the 

 Wilson's Stream, to observe the bird- 

 life found there? Would you ge* a, 

 glimpse of the ways of our feathered 

 friends, that seek the shade of a quiet 

 patch of woodland, and there make 

 their summer home, rearing their 

 young unmolested? Well then, let us 

 take a look about us. We are stand- 

 ing beside the stream, in the town of 

 Farmington. in Franklin County. 

 This stream is about four or five 

 rods wide at this point, and wends 

 its way, twisting and turning, on its 

 way to join the Sandy River, several 

 miles below. 



Just below us, the stream bends out 

 around a small point of meadow, and 

 turns sharply around, passing nearly 

 parallel with the down turn, thus 

 forming an ox-bow, as it is called. 



A narrow stretch of meadow reach- 

 es up the stream, bordered by a piece 

 of woods, of birch, beech and maple, 

 with here and there a clump of hem- 

 lock and fir balsams. The trees are 

 mostly of young growth, but here and 

 there stands a tall scraggly rock ma- 

 ple or yellow birch, and several pop- 

 lars. A dense growth of underbrush 

 makes it difficult to penetrate, in 

 patches. To the westward of this 



