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or six inches in height by three or four in diameter. When the 
cavity is shallow, it is often only scantily lined with moss and a 
few fine roots. The deeper nests are of course the more elaborate 
ones. One of the finest specimens before me is composed of moss, 
dry leaves, and cypress-twigs. The cavity for the eggs is a neatly 
rounded, cup-shaped hollow, two inches in diameter by one and 
a half in depth, smoothly lined with fine roots and a few wing- 
feathers of some small bird. 
The number of eggs constituting a full set varies to an unusual 
degree ; two nests were found, each of which contained seven eggs, 
while in another instance a nest, which from its position could not 
possibly have been molested, had only one, nearly ready to be 
hatched. Out of fifteen sets of eggs taken, two included seven 
eggs; three, six; three, five; four, four; two, three; and one, one 
egg. The average number is probably five or six. Seventeen 
specimens before me agree pretty well in size and general shape, 
nearly all being noticeably blunted at the smaller end. Two 
selected as extreme examples measure respectively .73 X .59 and 
.67 X .58. The ground-color is clear, lustrous white, with a high 
polish. Eggs from different sets vary considerably in markings, 
but two types of coloration seem to prevail. In one, spots and 
dottings of dull brown with faint submarkings of pale lavender are 
generally and evenly distributed over the entire surface. In the 
other, bold blotches of bright reddish brown are so thickly laid on, 
especially about the larger ends, that the ground-color is in some 
instances almost entirely obscured. 
In the hope of presenting to the reader’s mind some slight idea 
of the general character and surroundings of the locality where the 
Prothonotary Warblers were found breeding in the greatest abun- 
dance, I close with a brief description of a visit, on May 11, to 
the Cypress Swamp. Towards the middle of the afternoon w T e 
reached Beaver Dam Pond, and embarked in an old weather- 
beaten dugout. Our guide, a half-breed Indian and a most accom- 
plished woodsman, took his station in the stern, and with a vigorous 
shove upon his long push-pole sent the frail craft well out into the 
pond. Before us stretched a long, narrow sheet of water hemmed 
in on every side by an unbroken wall of forest trees. Around the 
margin grew a fringe of button-bushes, with a sprinkling of tall 
slender willows, while behind and above them towered the light- 
green feathery crests of numerous cypresses. The low shores were 
