JUNE DAYS. 59 
nature; Wilson Flagg, a devout lover of Nature and 
author of two of the most interesting books on outdoor 
life in New England, especially in Massachusetts, “The 
Woods and Byways of New England” and “The Birds 
and Seasons of New England,” has expressed the char- 
acter of the bobolink’s song most finely. Of the four 
stanzas of the little poem I venture to quote two in the 
hope that the whole may become better known. 
“THE O’LINCON FAMILY. 
A flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove ; 
Some were warbling cheerily and some were making love. 
There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, Con- 
quedle,— 
A livelier set were never led by tabor, pipe or fiddle :— 
Crying, ‘Phew, shew, Wadolincon ; see, see, Bobolincon 
Down among the tickletops, hiding in the buttercups ; 
I know the saucy chap; I see his shining cap 
Bobbing in the clover there,—see, see, see!’ 
O what a happy life they lead, over the hill and in the 
mead ! 
How they sing and how they play! See, they fly away, 
away ! 
Now they gambol o’er the clearing,— off again, and then 
appearing ; 
Poised aloft on quivering wing, now they soar and now 
they sing, 
