to a gentle breeze and the air was soft and warm, reminding 
me of that of an afternoon in early October. Another and 
most unexpected reminder of autumn was the autumn voice of 
Hylas nickeringii , the slow, dry, call, not in 
the least like the clear, incisive, bell-like spring 
peeping; and coming, as I satisfied myself, beyond all possi¬ 
bility of doubt, not from the water's edge but from the 
dry woods well up on the sides of H 0 lden's Hill. 
As I have not yet heard the spring peeping, I am inclined 
to believe that at least some of these Hylas spend the winter 
on high ground and that when awakened by the first warm days 
they give the autumn call before they go into the water to 
peep. . . fPat afterwards told me that Hylas were peeping 
merrily to-night in the swamps near Bensen's). 
