I had marked the spot carefully and now went to it. 
When I was within about 20 feet, my eye was attracted by a 
tangle of grasses which had been bent down and intertwined 
leaving a slight open apace above. To my delight these 
intertwined grass blades concealed a nest which contained 
four fresh eggs. The entrance hole was of nearly double 
the usual size but well concealed by the grasses woven 
above and around it. From every side the nest presented the 
appearance of a green tangle of fine grass. It was about 
15 inches above the ground. The grass was of the short, 
wiry kind known as cut grass. (Carex monile. Vide 1. Deane) 
During his trips to the nest the bird, as far as I could 
see, had nothing in his bill. I left the nest unmolested 
in the hope that more eggs would be laid. (There ?;ere six 
on the 22nd and no more on the 23rd, when I took the nest). 
After reaching Fairhaven and sailing back and 
for 
forth/half-an-hour, listening to the birds that were singing 
about its shores, I landed and walked past Staples’s camp 
up the wood path to the oak openings where the Hermit 
Thrushes used to breed, I fully expected to hear one or 
more singing for the sun was low down in the West and there 
was little wind but the notes of a Red-eyed Vireo and the 
distant whistle of a Quail were all the bird sounds that 
came to my straining ears. The deer flies were simply 
maddening in their attentions as I strolled slowly along 
this wood path and there were many mosquitos, also. 
