58 THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
invoked the return of the swallow, singing ‘‘ Come, come, 
O swallow, bringing the pleasant hours,” so I welcome 
the return of this favorite songster, without whose pres- 
ence the bright days of June would seem to lack some- 
what of attaining their perfection. 
It would be pleasant to dwell longer on the charm 
of birds, of the purple finch (Carpodacus purpureus, 
Bonaparte), of the yellow-bird (Chrysomitris tristis, 
Bonaparte), of the blue-bird (Siadia sialis, Baird), of 
the indigo-bird (Cyanospiza cyanea, Baird), of the 
Baltimore oriole (J/cterus Baltimore, Daudin), whose 
brief, loud notes will be heard from the tree-tops, of the 
redstart (Setophaga rutacilla, Sw.), of the Maryland 
yellow-throat (Geothlypis trichas, Cab.), and of the 
many others which are to be found in glade and mead. 
One of them I cannot forbear to mention, the bobolink 
(Dolichonyx oryzivorus, Sw.). Not a singing bird in 
New England enjoys the notoriety of the bobolink. He 
sings only in the open field, where he can be seen as 
well as heard. He is almost continually in motion, sing- 
ing on the wing as if in ecstasy. I have often seen one 
drop to the ground in the middle of a meadow where 
the grass was yet uncut, but although searching care- 
fully I could not find a nest, so skilfully was it con- 
cealed. Bryant's ‘Robert of Lincoln’ is a well-known 
poem which has won its way to many hearts from its 
deep insight into, and sympathy with, the bobolink’s 
