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and took a short walk through some oak woods, where a soli- 
of the days tary Song Sparrow seemed to hold undisputed possession, into 
doings a wet, dreary meadow which appeared to be wholly devoid of 
birds. 
Returning to the river, we crossed it and tried to 
reach the big pines in the Bedford Swamp but the water 
proved too low on the meadows so we turned back and ran be¬ 
fore the wind to Davis’s Hill where we landed and walked 
through the fine old woods. The wind raked them relent¬ 
lessly and we could find no birds there. 
Reaching the cabin at 11 A. M., we cooked and ate 
another meal and then walked to Blakeman’s knoll and thence 
to the glacial hollow, returning through Bensen.’ s pasture 
and field. 
There is still plenty of snow in the woods, and 
among young pines some of the drifts are three or four feet 
deep. The fields are everywhere bare but the only trace 
of green grass was on the bank in front of my house, where 
the change has come since yesterday. Despite the raw and 
violent wind, we saw several butterflies (one Comma?) and 
many flies, spiders and sand wasps. Snow fleas swarmed 
among driftwood and river trash along the edge of the 
floodid meadows. 
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Hoffmarfi left me at 4 P. M. and took the train for home. I 
decided to pass the night at the cabin alone. Peder called 
in the morning. 
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