A Night at Balias Hill with Mr. Fuller. 
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Evening 
paddle on 
the river 
Wilson* s 
Thrushes 
singing in 
the 
twilight 
Left the Buttricks at 11 A. M. with Rev. S. R. 
Fuller, taking both canoes. Paddled to Ball’s Hill where 
we opened my cabin and spent most of the day, taking a 
walk over my grounds in the afternoon. 
After supper embarked in the canoes and paddled 
and sailed down river nearly to Carlisle bridge. The 
evening was delightful with peculiarly soft, fragrant air 
wafted over the meadows from the woods to the westward, 
Along the borders of these woods the Wilson’s Thrushes 
were singing in the twilight as we passed, about one bird 
to every two or three hundred yards. We must have heard 
a dozen or more in all. There were also Oven-birds 
mounting above the trees and singing and I heard two food 
Pewees, Robins, Song Sparrows, Yellow Warblers, and Red¬ 
wings singing freely. Mosquitos were very numerous and 
annoying after dark, even in mid-river. 
I put out a spoon bait as I sailed and caught 
two large perch and a small pickerel all of which I re¬ 
turned to the water. 
It was dark night when we landed on our return 
and the Bull Frogs m r ere holding high carnival in front of 
my cabin. I listened for Rails or other marsh birds but 
heard nothing. Three hours later (at precisely 11 P. M.), 
however, I happened to step out just before going to bed 
and at once heard the squealing "crow" of our mysterious 
