After I had watched it as long as I cared to, I got 
a handful of stones and began throwing them at it in quick 
succession. As each one struck, the Skunk would give a 
little jump and turn its rear toward the spot with its tail 
raised threateningly. At length it saw me (i stood all the 
while within twenty feet) and started for its hole, which 
was only a few yards distant, moving rather qaaickly and once 
or twice actually breaking into a clumsy gallop. On reaching 
the hole, it at once disappeared. My chief object in 
stoning the animal was to see if it would eject its scent 
but it did not do so. 
A little before sunset I heard Night Hawks squawking 
and booming and once saw a flock of seven passing over at 
a moderate height towards the north and apparently migrating. 
As I came out into Bensen*s field, I found two skimming low 
over the ground. A few minutes later a Whippoorwill, the 
first I have heard this spring, began singing in the distance 
towards Mrs. Barrett’s woods. 
fllosquitos have been increasing in numbers rapidly 
of late and to-night were very numerous and voraciousf] 
