1891.
July 12
(No 6)
England.
Tintagil to Camelford. - At 6 P.M. we started for
Camelford in a waggonetta with a pair of horses
and a driver. The road led through much the 
same kind of country as that traversed yesterday via
open, cultivated land with small, square fields &
hedge rows. We passed through some extensive
slate-quarries and over them I saw these birds 
soaring which I took for Ravens. I also saw a
White-throat Warbler in a thicket in a pit
by the roadside.
  Skylarks were numerous and singing well. We
stopped and watched one which went up to a
height of fully 1000 ft. and sang at least five
minutes without the slightest pause. At one
time I could only just see him without the aid
of my glass, - a mere speck of flickering brown and
white in the blue [dome?] overhead. Yet the song
came so distinctly that not a note of it was
lost to us. The wings appear to be beaten incessantly
during the ascent, however slow this may be.
At the highest point reached the bird alternates
flapping and soaring and sometimes flies slowly
in a great circle. He descends on set wings,
occasionally flapping a little, and floats down
very, very slowly and evenly like a ball of
brown thistle down. I am constantly reminded
of our Woodcock as I watch these Skylarks.
There is a resemblance not only in the
manner of singing but in the song itself.
The Skylark also recalls our Bobolink at times
especially in its manner of flying over a grass field