TWITE. 
in no single instance were the barren moorlands on which I met with this bird during the summer months at 
any elevation on the hill-side. 
Numbers of Twites were recognized on the mud-flats in Shoreham harbour among the thousands of small 
feathered victims that perished in the terrible snow-squalls of the 18th of January, 1881 ; on the 26th (the 
first day the water had reached the upper parts of the banks) I watched their dead bodies swept out by the 
fide in hundreds from the weeds in which they had attempted to shelter from the storm, and where they were 
eventually frozen to death. 
