A JULY MORNING AT WINNIPISEOGEE. 
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by the stiff breeze; white caps are dotting the lake’s surface. 
See the brilliant mass of color of the Purple Flowering Rasp¬ 
berry, with its purple rose-hued blossoms among its rich green 
maple shaped leaves. We have passed an array of red lilies, 
daisies, buttercups, yarrow, Canada thistles, mullein, St. Johns' 
wort, loosestrife, yellow, white, and pink clover, caraway, bush- 
honeysuckle, and elderberry blossoms whose umbrella topped 
flowers make sweet the air, and dog-bane on which are brilliant 
metallic lustred beetles. Wild roses give off their perfume from 
a thick clustering bank. Self-heal with its blue clusters bright¬ 
ens the roadside pathway. The Meadow-sweet and its relative, 
the Hardhack, or Steeple Bush, swell the numbers. 
Hear the Scarlet Tanager’s note from the summit of that 
dead poplar-tree ; sitting there against the blue sky he makes a 
strong contrast. It almost seems as though he wished to be 
seen. The Indigo Bunting finds the highest point of a pine- 
tree and pours forth his exuberance. A young Crow is lustily 
cawing among the shady pines ; his voice is even more hoarse 
than that of his elders. 
Chickadees and Red-eyed Vireos we have heard all along the 
route. A Phoebe adds a note not heard by me for many weeks ; 
it is not the chickadee note, for I see the bird sing. Barn Swal¬ 
lows and tree Swallows flit across the blue. Hear the Chebeck 
and Maryland Yellow Throat in the clump of alders. How inter¬ 
esting the tailless Chipping Sparrow baby is, as he sits about 
three feet from the ground on a young maple, and makes as 
much noise as his mamma when she comes with a bit of lun¬ 
cheon for him. He is so ludicrous with his soft downy fuzz on 
his head, and like a young robin shows streaks on the breast, 
and a wide yellow rim to his mouth, which the adult birds in 
both families do not have. 
The Wilson’s Thrush gives us his mellow flute-like trill. 
How we long to hear the Hermit Thrush, which without doubt 
lives here. As we near the shore of the lake, the Belted King 
Fisher flies toward Lake Paugus uttering his exulting clatter; 
