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Antrostomus vociferus vociferus. Whip-poor-will. In looking up records 
of the Whip-poor-will in western Canada, I could find none for Saskatchewan. 
I was therefore glad to have the opportunity to investigate some reports I had 
heard of its occurrence along the Saskatchewan River east of Prince Albert. 
On July 15 of this year I reached the district near where the South joins the 
North Saskatchewan River, about thirty miles east of Prince Albert. My guide 
and I arrived at our camp-site late in the evening; while putting up the tent, | 
was delighted to hear the bird I was after, ‘‘singing’’ in the poplar woods 
quite near us. The following nights I heard it much farther away, if it was the 
same bird, though my guide told me that some years one could hear three or 
four birds ‘‘singing’’ in the neighborhood. Evidently it had moved to another 
‘“bush’’ about a mile from camp. I located it there on the 20th, after tramping 
the ground to and fro till late in the afternoon. It flushed a couple of yards 
from my feet. This proved to be a male; careful search in the neighborhood 
failed to discover the female, and as I did not hear another songster the suc- 
ceeding nights I was there, apparently there was but the one pair in the district. 
Regina, Saskatchewan, August 18, 1919. 
A RETURN TO THE DAKOTA LAKE REGION 
By FLORENCE MERRIAM BAILEY 
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N the south shore of the lake where the Holbecell family was generally 
found, families of Pied-bill and Horned Grebes were also seen, the east 
and south shores being the favorite feeding grounds of the Grebes of the 
lake. One family of peeping young Pied-bills was seen near shore where an 
oily green scum had formed on the water, so thick that a yellow and black 
snake squirmed its way along on top of it, its coils actually gathering and pil- 
ing up the greasy looking substance. In walking softly along the wooded bank 
above, I heard the Pied-bills talking and found them about a thin screen of tule. 
The mother gave a queer note of warning, whereupon the six young—easily 
recognized by their black and white striped necks—swam out a little and 
watched me. Farther along some larger young, caring for themselves, swam 
along shore examining me, two of them, wet from diving, in profile showing 
wisps of sharp-pointed tails. One stretched its neck high to see me better, and 
as it turned its head from side to side was reflected in the still water near 
shore. 
Near the spot where the old Holbeell drove off the light-cheeked Horned 
Grebe that used to swim by itself, on August 16, on looking through the trees 
I discovered a Horned Grebe swimming and diving with two almost grown 
white-throated young. Was this the mate of the light-cheeked one, come from 
her nest with her brood at last? They noticed my least motion and kept out a 
little though evidently wanting to come in shore. The next day, in the same 
