9 before he left for the spy. found him at home at 8:35. He was very cordial and took me into his rooms, they are some place -- the ideal workshop with a constant odor of eggs. To do justice to him he had just been on a months trip into the mountains and so was rather cluttered up at home. He profited me of a trip for the day with original ornithologist, Mr. Kitchen, out into the woods. We started about nine or started on the car line for the country. After a half hours ride we came to the one and oily swamp around Lacoma and then set forth. The weather was cloudy and everything fine. As we passed the swomp we noticed many warblers, Puddies and Wild Swa both young and old. The birds were exceedingly tame as we approached within fifty cut. The city is floating in the swamp and Bowles hope for a