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Princestown 
Might 
I rode back to Mr. Warner's alone, starting at 
10 P. M. and walking the horse most of the way. It was a 
delicious night, still, just pleasantly cool, the air 
richly spiced with the fragrance of unknown flowers, A 
Goatsucker ( Nyctidrom us albicpllis ) calling chee-w ee-o 
by the roadside was the only night bird. Bats as large 
as Nighthawks dashed close past my head, making most un¬ 
batlike sounds. In a thicket of scrub I heard what I 
supposed at the time was a bird but the same cry was 
afterwards (at Caparc) pronounced by Mr. Carr to be that of 
a small green frog. It is a rich, clear whistle of two 
syllables, not unlike one of the calls of Colinus vir- 
gianus . It seemed to me to be well rendered by the word 
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pow- e. 
There were crickets and grasshoppers stridulating 
in the grass and shrubbery along the roadsides but they 
were not anywhere at all numerous. The grasshoppers made 
a sound similar to that of one of our common Co^nocephali . 
The chirp of the crickets was unlike that of any of our 
species but not at all loud or peculiar. 
As I rode slowly along the smooth, dusty road, 
it was difficult to realize that I was in a strange land. 
Indeed, I more than once caught myself fancying that I 
was on one of the country roads of Eastern Massachusetts. 
