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here, and divide with them the profits which they enjoy. 

 Bank Swallows in sight this moment, with the weather 

 thick, foggy, and an east wind ; where are these delicate 

 pilgrims bound ? The Black-poll Warbler is more abun- 

 dant, and forever singing, if the noise it makes can be 

 called a song; it resembles the clicking of small pebbles 

 together five or six times, and is renewed every few 

 minutes. 



June 26. We have been waiting five days for wind, 

 and so has the "Gulnare." The fishing fleet of six 

 or seven sails has made out to beat four miles to other 

 fishing grounds. It has rained nearly all day, but 

 we have all been on shore, to be beaten back by the 

 rain and the mosquitoes. John brought a female White- 

 crowned Sparrow; the black and white of the head 

 was as pure as in the male, which is not common. It 

 rains hard, and is now calm. God send us a fair wind 

 to-morrow morning, and morning here is about half -past 

 two. 



June 27. It rained quite hard when I awoke this 

 morning; the fog was so thick the very shores of our har- 

 bor, not distant more than a hundred yards, were enveloped 

 in gloom. After breakfast we went ashore; the weather 

 cleared up and the wind blew fresh. We rambled about 

 the brushwoods till dinner time, shot two Canada Jays, 

 one old and one young, the former much darker than 

 those of Maine ; the young one was full fledged, but had 

 no white about its head; the whole of the body and head 

 was of a deep, very deep blue. It must have been about 

 three weeks old, and the egg from which it was hatched 

 must have been laid about the loth of May, when the 

 thermometer was below the freezing-point. We shot also 

 a Ruby-crowned Wren;^ no person who has not heard 

 it would believe that the song of this bird is louder, 

 stronger, and far more melodious than that of the Canary 



1 Kinglet, Regulus calendula. — E. C. 



