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On the east side of the hill under the lee of the 
Chimney Swifts 
white pines at least 30 Chimney Swifts were dashing about in 
mazy courses. We could see that the air was filled with small 
gauzy winged insects on which the birds were doubtless feeding. 
After we had returned to the canoes and when it was nearly 
dark, a Wilson’s Thrush sang several times near us. Then 
the night closed in with a cloudy sky and damp, chilly wind 
which blew directly in on us from the south but we soon 
started a fire and passed a pleasant evening within its cheery 
circle of light. A pair of large dogs, a collie and a St. 
Bernard, paid us a visit at about 9 o’clock. 
