112 ON THE BIRDS' HIGHWAY 



I drove down the island on the same 

 morning. Soft white fleecy clouds drift- 

 ing slowly across the sky made changing 

 shadows on the Camden Hills and the 

 dark forests of the many islands. Betweeri 

 North Haven and Mark Island you could 

 catch a glimpse of the ocean, where num- 

 bers of coasting schooners pass on their 

 way to and from the Grand Banks ; some 

 were near enough for one to distinguish 

 their sails, while others were hull down in 

 the distance. 



The roadsides were already gilded with 

 goldenrod, the first tear of summer, and 

 wild raspberries grew m the fields and 

 along the fences. On the southern side 

 of the point I discovered a yellow-rump, 

 black poll and pine warbler, as they were 

 feeding in some ground juniper. The 

 plumage of the yellow-rump was very 

 brilliant, — so much so that he suggested 

 an Audubon warbler. Bunch berries grew 

 in thick patches in the fields and butter- 

 and-eggs were also abundant. Numbers 

 of seal could be seen at low tide on the 

 exposed ledges. Their heads are very 

 much like a dog's and their eyes have a 

 soft, sad, indescribable expression. Whis- 



