1898 
June 24 
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On the lower edge of the Barrett orchard we saw a 
Great-crested Flycatcher, the first that I have met with this 
year. It flew from an apple tree into the pine woods, 
where we drove it on ahead of us for some distance. It was 
absolutely silent and very tame, allowing us to get within a 
few yards. If it has nested in the old orchard, it is 
singular that I have not heard it there during some one of 
my visits to the Partridge's nest. 
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For the past two nights the clamor and din of 
Batrachian voices has been something indescribable. Bull 
Frogs, Green Frogs, Garden Toads and Tree Toads have been 
apparently vying with each other as to which should make the 
most noise. The Green Frogs have easily carried off the 
palm. Their tung. tung-tung ing sounds at certain distances 
singularly like the voices of people talking and laughing. 
It irritates and annoys me at times, but I never tire of 
listening to the rich, deep bass of the Bull Frogs. They 
are decidedly the least numerous of the Batrachians here 
but fortunately a very few of them suffice to fill the 
marshes with sound which rolls against the wooded hills and 
echoes back again, drowning the cries of all the smaller 
species. 
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