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Cambridge & Waverly, Mass.
1900
May 13
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deep woods in Whitefield. His song to-day, attrac-
tive as it was, was far from the rich fulness
it attains in the breeding season, when these
dainty creatures have reached their nesting home.

I was much pleased to see and hear
a Canada Warbler. He was bubbling over with
joy so he hopped about in the shrubs over the
water. Parula Warblers were singing their
soft trill and busily feeding on insects
that they would pick off from the leaves and
stems of the trees. A Yellow-throated Vireo
sang his strong notes, accompanied by the
weaker, but persistent song of his relative,
the Red-eyed Vireo. A Kingfisher flew over
the swamp, uttering his rattling cry, while
below in the reeds on a small dead branch,
sat a short-billed Marsh Wren. He staid
just long enough to give us a good view
of him, when he dropped out of sight. I say
of "us" for at 10 I met two of the little
boys who walked with me last Sunday
the 6th. One of them, the youngest, with a
small friend was on his way to sell
papers in Waverly. The older one whom
I saw most of before, accompanied me
on my walk. He is a very intelligent lad
of 13 years, Fred Johnson by name, and lives
in a yellow house on the road between Waverly
and Clematis Brook Station. He was very
polite and observant. We kept together
for an hour when he had to go —