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Besides the Snipe\and Sora^ I he rd many other 
interesting if common birds, while floating in my canoe this 
evening at the mouth of Beaver Bam Lagoon, While the day¬ 
light still held there were Red-wings and Swamp Sparrows 
singing far and near and a Wood Thrush chanting at the base 
of Holden’s Hill. A King-bird mounted skyward and went 
through its tumbling song flights. As twilight deepened the 
Bitterns (two of them) "pumped" a few times. Then a Whippoor* 
will began in the woods on the southern edge of the meadows. 
Hylas 
Bull Frogs 
Muskrats 
A Greater Yellow-legs and a Spotted Sandpiper were wandering 
through the marshes, calling at short intervals. Hylas were 
peeping by thousands all about me. These are the river 
meadow ones who hold high carnival after those in inland 
pools have become silent or nearly so. I heard three Bull 
Frogs trump. Four Muskrats in sight at once, all swimming. 
The four Muskrats just referred to were in the river 
near the foot of Beaver Bam Rapid. Two were perhaps thirty 
yards apart, crossing the stream, the other two close in 
shore among button bushes, apparently engaged in courtship, 
for one was pursuing the other to and fro, uttering all the 
while the peculiar, low, shrill, querulous, whimpering sound 
so often heard at this season. Shortly after this, one of 
these Muskrat started up the rapid. I followed it in my canoe, 
paddling slowly and silently directly in its wake and scarce 
twelve feet behind it. As far as I could make out, it did 
