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Vesper and song sparrows ran about in the 

 dusty roads or slunk over the walls. Both 

 roseate and Wilson's terns and often a 

 stray laughing gull would pass over from 

 pond to pond. When we crossed a rural 

 bridge over Menemsha water red-wings 

 were scolding and a 

 kingfisher and a green 

 heron moved restlessly 

 about. A single Sa- 

 vanna sparrow drew 

 my attention in the 

 direction of a quaint 

 tot of a yellow warb- 

 ler ; his parent also 

 discovered him at the same instant, evi- 

 dently much to her joy. Just before we 

 overtook an Indian in a dilapidated car- 

 riage who was chatting to a neighbor by 

 the roadside, three meadow larks settled 

 down in a meadow with a laugh. 



The now degenerate Indians of Gay 

 Head are very hospitable people as long 

 as one calls them Indians. But as about 

 one per cent, of their blood now is Indian 

 and the other ninety-nine per cent, negro, 

 persons not accustomed to the correct 

 human nomenclature of these people often 



