1893
June 15
Saybrook Ferry, Conn.
  Clear and hot with light southerly winds. Cumulus
clouds in the afternoon and distant thunder heard.
[margin]A day with Clark on the
Lyme marshes[/margin]
  Immediately after breakfast Faxon and I went
down to the marsh near the house and made further
search for the mysterious grunting bird heard yesterday
but we found neither him nor his nest nor did
we hear him on this occasion.
  A Long-billed Marsh Wren's nest containing four eggs
had the entrance hole plugged up [delete]tightly[/delete] completely but
loosely with a broad leaf and a short, thick piece of
stem of the cat-tail flag. This had been done so neatly
that I looked over the nest carefully several times before
I could find any signs of the entrance. It seemed
almost incredible that so small a bird as the Wren could
have carried the piece of stalk (as thick, nearly, as a
corn stalk) to the nest and thrust it into the hole
but this must have been done by some bird or animal
for the untrodden condition of the grass plainly showed that 
neither man nor boy had been there before me [delete]?[/delete].
The eggs were cold.
[margin]Nests of
Cis. palustris[/margin]
  At 10 A.M. Mr. Clark appeared walking along
the railroad carrying his familiar old nest basket
on his arm. We all set forth together in the boat
a little later taking lunch with us. The tide 
was making in strongly but after crossing the river
we kept close along the eastern shore and made
good progress through the slack water. We went half a mile
beyond where I landed yesterday and leaving the boat in