A SEARCH FOR A WHIPPOORWILL’S NEST. 
Friends living in the eastern part of the county lately 
sent word that “the boys had found some rare and curi- 
ous birds’ nests in their neighborhood—among them a 
hawk’s nest on the ground in the woods ”—and invited 
me to come and examine them. From the description, 
given, I at once surmised that the hawk was a whip- 
poorwill, but as this bird is rare in this section I was 
anxious to visit it. A ride of twenty miles on the cars, 
and a carriage drive of a couple of miles more over 
rough roads, I met my friends with whom I was to 
spend a day or two botanizing and in looking for old 
acquaintances among the birds. The promise of a pleas- 
ant day was early broken, as a drizzling rain set in, 
accompanied by cold winds, that put a very uninviting 
aspect on the face of nature. My friend, to whom rain 
and sun are alike agreeable when he is in pursuit of 
plants or birds, thought the weather was just right for 
such a tramp, so after dinner we donned rubber coat 
and boots and set out for the woods. The objective 
point was the whippoorwill’s nest, which is back of the 
sugar bush, in the edge of a large swamp. An intelli- 
gent lad, who accompanied us, had seen the nest, and 
was sure he could lead us directly to it, and as he was a 
