96 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
best two of my bird-adventures. During the morn- 
ing I had followed a wood-road which led through 
dark woods into a marsh, and then up a wooded 
slope. I sat down to rest, and suddenly saw a gray 
bird fly up into a tree, alight on a limb, and before 
my eyes suddenly disappear. Bringing my field- 
glasses to bear, I discovered saddled on that limb a 
lichen-covered nest, which looked so exactly like the 
limb itself that, if the bird had not shown me her 
home, I would never by any chance have discovered 
it. It was a far climb for an invalid, but I felt that 
life was not worth living unless I could have a closer 
look at this strange nest which had flashed into sight 
right before my eyes. Gruntingly I clambered up the 
trunk, and for the first time looked into the beauti- 
ful nest of the wood pewee. It was lined with down 
and held four perfect eggs, pearly-white and flecked 
with heavy brown and black spots. 
For a long time I sat perched aloft, rejoicing over 
every perfect detail of that nest and the eggs, and 
studying the gentle, silent, anxious parent birds, of a 
dark-brownish-gray with two white wing-bars and 
whitish under-parts. I went back to lunch feeling 
that my last day had been well spent. However, the 
best was yet to be. I realize from later experiences 
in bird’s nesting that all this has an impossible sound, 
but I can only say that I am setting down the happen- 
ings of this week of treasure-hunting exactly as they 
came, and as they appear in the battered canvas- 
bound note-book in which I scrawled my field-notes 
that summer. The Wild Folk had evidently decided 
