186 
THE TOWHEE BUNTINGS 
we discover the Night Hawks sitting on a 
fallen trunk of a tree, discussing with great 
earnestness their plans for the future. 
Continuing our rambles, we find that all 
our bird acquaintances have returned from the 
south, and are seeking for desirable dwelling- 
places ; and we return home, right glad to have 
met so many old friends in a half-day’s walk. 
It was after such visitors had left just such 
a scene, at precisely the same time in the early 
summer, and had met just such old acquain- 
tances, that the incidents we are about to re- 
late transpired. The Vireo continued a scrap 
of song that the visitors had interrupted ; the 
Cat Birds, Robins, and Yellow Throats resumed 
their labors, and the Golden-crowned Thrushes 
flew down to the clump of bushes where the 
Towhees were, to have a few moments’ chat 
with them. 
‘^And they tell me,” said Mrs. Golden Crown, 
after the usual courtesies were passed, that 
that giddy fellow. Bobolink, has really mar- 
ried, and is about to settle in the meadow, 
below, for the summer.” 
