the time we entered the Holt. He must also have heard 
every sound ire made for the air was damp and there was no 
wind whatever. At length I struck the side of the boat 
sharply with an oar and the bird, spreading an imposing 
breadth of wing, glided off swiftly into the gloom, 
scaling on set wings after a few slow yet powerful wing- 
strokes at starting. He went in the direction of Holden's 
Hill and was doubtless the same bird which the Grows have 
mobbed there several times this autumn. I cannot under¬ 
stand why the Great Horned Owl should be so much tamer 
at night than in the day-time. This Holden's Hill bird 
was as shy as a Buteo when I last saw him in his chestnut 
woods near noon of a bright day, although a horde of Crows 
were berating him at the time. It was nearly dark this 
evening when we found him in the old white ash on the 
meadows. 
[Fully 100 Grows were assembled among the pines 
on Ball's Hill this afternoon but I did not see them start 
on the way southward although they were all gone a short 
t ime a f t e rw ar d s .1 
