Evening on 
Twilight was falling when I reached the head of 
G-re 
Meadow 
Great Meadow and landed to listen for Snipe. It seemed hope¬ 
less to hear anything hut the Leopard Frogs,which were 
making such a clamor as I am sure I never listened to 
before. It seemed as if there must be thousands of them 
and their "snoring" and "grinding of teeth" coming from 
far and near formed a continuous roar, suggesting volleys 
of musketry or of several Gatling guns firing at once. 
However, I presently heard the rasping cry of a Snipe and 
saw two of these birds rise against the sky and fly off 
eastward. Ten minutes later, five Snipe came whirling 
past me in a close bunch and alighted, I thought. I waited 
some time longer, hoping to hear a bird or two drum, but 
they were not apparently in the mood for this, although 
it seemed an ideal evening —■ so very warm and with a 
young moon high in the west. Perhaps it was too warm or 
the oozy marsh, just uncovered by the rapidly falling water, 
may have offered too great attractions. 
When it had become nearly dark, the lone Goose came 
flapping heavily past me within about 200 yards, honking 
incessantly and crossing the path of a pair of Night Herons 
(the first I have seen) which were scaling down on set 
wings, preparatory to alighting. I think the Goose 
alighted, also, but I could not make sure. When I left 
the meadow, the Frogs were making (if possible) more clamor 
than ever and at the Keyes's they and the Toads (very 
numerous to-night) kept up an incessant din until I fell 
asleep. 
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