1891.
July 12
(No 7)
England.
Tintagil to Camelford. - very slowly, at a height of 20 ft.
or so, with quivering wings, singing. I also see the female
Skylarks passing over the fields and looking for
their nests or young in the tall grass just as
do our Bobolinks. 
  There were many Yellow Hammers and a few
Corn Buntings singing along this road. I also
saw a Pied Wagtail, a species which does not
appear to be common in this sea-coast country.
  Camelford is a small village in the bottom of
a narrow, deep valley which forms the course of
a shallow river (a brook it would be called in
America) overhung by trees which form a long
line of verdure down the middle of the valley.
The land rises steeply to the tops of two long, 
straight, parallel ridges. There is precisely similar
scenery about Haverell and Merrimac, Mass. 
After supper I walked with E. up the course of
the river for half-a-mile or so. We were quickly
outside the outskirts of the town and crossing
a field by a foot-path which led to a stile
on which we perched. Rooks and jackdaws
were assembling in the narrow belt of oaks &
elms along the brook below us. They came
from different quarters in successive flights
of from 50 to 200 or 300 birds each until
at least 1000 were gathered in the tops of three
or four trees covering them as with some gigantic
black fruit & making a great racket which 
reminded me of that of frogs. At length, one after
another, they fluttered down among the foliage until