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Botaurus lentiginosus.
plation of the scene. With all his experience
in the north wilderness, he deemed this un-
known swamp worthy of much caution and
hesitating procedure. From Errol swamp
came the hoot of the Barred Owl, and a
Loon in the pond before us answered with
his wailing cry. But a more welcome sight
met our gaze, as we saw a Bittern slowly
flapping his way across the marsh with a
frog impaled on his spear-like bill. Lower
and lower he came, and at last settled his
flight in a bog at the side of the swamp.
Leaving my companion as a landmark, that
we might remember our entrance point, I
started toward the bog, bespattering myself
with mud and slime in my amphibious exer-
tions. Reaching the edge of the grassy spot
I proceeded slowly with attentive gaze upon
the surface. Soon I perceived the top of the
young swamp grass indicate by its motions the
passage of some object hidden in its cover, and
again I saw it repeated, but in a different direc-
tion. As I happened at this time to catch the
source from whence the wavy line sprang into
existence, I was enabled to speedily find the
object of my search. Placed upon a heap of
dry grass and coarse brakes, I found four
light drab eggs which needed no second per-
son to assure me were eggs of the American
Bittern, and as I stood in contemplation of the
pleasing sight, the telltale grass again gave in-
dication of the stealthily approach of the birds,
and soon I saw the pointed beak and staring
yellow eyes protruding from their hiding place
and gazing ruefully at the invader of their
home; but when I bestirred myself to secure
my new found treasures, they knew the cur-
tain was about to ring down on the last act,
and the grassy cover informed me that they
were gone.
It is needless to say my exertions were
counted as nothing when compared with the
experience gained, and when in my Woodcock
cover, in Southern New England, I stumble up-
on the Bittern, it brings vividly to my mind the
scene not far from the wooded shores of Um-
bagog; and my cartridge is withheld for game
more unworthy.
O. & O. XII. Jan., 1887. P. 11-12.
Eggs of the Mississippi Kite.
[I have been permitted by Capt. Charles E.
Bendire to publish the following letter from
him, concerning the eggs of the Mississippi
Kite, (Ictinia subcærulea). It was not origin-
ally written for publication, but its contents