Philohela minor. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1897. Shortly after sunset Watrous and I paddled across the May 17. Lake to the Sargent farm. Landing at the head of the cove we walked up past the deserted house into the pasture where we found two Woodcock in full song. They were in exactly the same places respectively where the two birds sang last year. Furthermore every one of the peeping and singing stations near Lakeside occupied last year has its bird this season. What does it mean? Either the birds are the same individuals or the particular spots of turf over which they run and peep every evening have certain attractions obvious to all their tribe. It can scarcely be mere coincidence for the pastures are all large and two of them certainly twenty or thirty acres each while the particular spots which the birds use do not seem to differ in any way from the rest of these open, turfy pasture lands. If the birds are really the same it is a mira- ole that so many have escaped the dangers of the journey southward last autumn and the return this spring. Thus far three & the small we have found five singers here, and there east of Lakeside, two to the westward in the Sargent opening. During at least two nights the past week the Woodcock nearest Lakeside sang steadily up to 10 P.M. and no doubt much later. The moon was nearly full. The first night was clear, the second rainy but with the moon breaking through the clouds at short intervals.