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think for <s>the</s> its safety.  I had some little trouble at first in finding the
opening; but at last I found it, so tiny that I could only conveniently
put in one finger.  It was on the side facing the stream and about
half-way from the bottom.  I put my finger in and down in the
bottom I felt 4 tiny eggs.  I tried to get one out, for I would
have liked to see one,  but could not for I felt afraid of breaking it.  All
this time the mother-bird was close at hand uttering her peculir faint chic,
chic, chic.  Occasionally I would get a nice glimpse of her and saw
what a fine little bird she is.  Pretty soon the male came too
and sang his sweet little song.  While enjoying this I noticed two
<s>members</s> men a short distance off collecting shrimp for fishing.  One
of them came down very close to me.  I felt sure then, that he
would see the nest, but no, he didn't even hear the little bird
singing.  I wondered why the birds should have chosen so conspicuous
a place for their nest, but noticed on closer inspection
that to-day there was an unusually low tide; no doubt most days they
are protected by the <s>rivers</s> water.

[244]
July 22, 1901.  A trip to Relay, River Road and the Ravine.  I
met Mr. W. at Camden Station at 7 A.M.  Our intentions were to go to
Glenburnie and visit the pond and Marley bridge, but as it was unusually
        