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and the dull weather and heavy atmosphere had the usual 

 depressing effect on the birds, many of which escaped notice on 

 this account, I have no doubt. 



At midnight on the 9th we left for Trondhjem, about 200 

 kilometres due north, where we stayed two days. The scenery on 

 the way was remarkably fine, especially on the watershed between 

 the Glommen and the Gula, where the line reached a height of 

 upwards of 2900 feet. 



Although its position on the warm west coast has given 

 Trondhjem a much milder climate and a far more luxuriant 

 vegetation than Tonset, while its lower situation has, despite its 

 more northern position, given it a slightly different avifauna, 

 I have thought it possible to include the two localities under the 

 same heading. We returned to Trondhjem from Arctic Norway 

 on June 26th, and spent three or four days there. After only 

 fifteen days in the north, it was pleasant to be once more among 

 trees (other than birch) and flowers. Summer was then in its 

 beauty and full luxuriance, like the English summer in mid-June. 

 But instead of the leisurely succession of leafing and flowering 

 which we enjoy, here in the north the time is so short that many 

 of the things that go to make up our procession are crowded in 

 together. This is hardly so remarkable in the very far north, 

 where, although the time is shorter still, there is so much less to 

 happen. At Trondhjem when we returned, while the lilacs in full 

 bloom, the laburnums and the waning rowans reminded us of our 

 mid-May, there were peonies to take us further, and the deep 

 rich crops of flowery meadow hay — some already cut and hanging 

 on the fences erected for it — to tell us it was the end of June. 



Turdus musicus. — We met with three or four in the fir forests, 

 at a considerable elevation, singing. Here, as in Switzerland, 

 the Song Thrush is a shy and retiring forest bird. 



T. iliacus. — In these forests we became acquainted with the 

 full song of the Redwing. It starts gaily with about five sweet full 

 notes in a descending scale (but not always so, for sometimes the 

 scale is upwards), then goes off into a low running chattering 

 song, after the manner of a Swallow, and not unlike that bird's 

 song ; but there are some notes resembling those of a Linnet. 

 This chattering song can only be heard at close quarters, and in 

 nine cases out of ten — perhaps nineteen out of twenty — the run of 

 whistles alone is heard. The Redwing is an extremely shy and 



