Bethel, Maine.
1902.
January 8.
  Weather precisely like that of yesterday.
  The doctor and I spent the greater part of the forenoon
in the woods below the house. Strange to say we did not
either see or hear a bird of any kind. Indeed the only
animate creature noted was a Red Squirrel that indulged in an
outbreak of snickering among some balsams near where we were
at work.
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