Turdus mustelinus. copy ① Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1896. After tea we walked to the Pearly White farm. **** Reach- May 14. White's we sat down on a knoll on the edge of a grove of young pasture spruces. **** Then a Wood Thrush gave his sharp rattling challenge (whit-tit-tit-tit) a dozen times or more within thirty yards or less. No mistaking this call in this still evening air. Watrous heard it first and at once ex- claimed "There's a Wood Thrush!". I was making a noise at the time and the notes failed to reach my ear. So I replied "There are no Wood Thrushes in this region", but the next in- ant I had to acknowledge my mistake.