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140 the rocks. A yellow-throated Vireo came hunting along in the trees. It gave a low indrawn note like [[underline]]tsick[[/underline]]. Some Flickers called loudly from across the river Then we went home. [[line]] September 6, Thursday Mr. Trumble told me that he saw a white Sparrow up town in the road. Father said that he saw it too. [[line]] September 7, Friday [[end page]] [[start page]] 141 This afternoon In front of J. Jacob's I saw a Chipping Sparrow feeding a nearly grown young one. [[line]] September 8, Saturday. Went hunting this morning. There were a number of English Sparrows by Blachley's bridge. They drank and bathed in the shallow water. They would settle down and flutter an instant and then fly to a willow. Over by G. Hacketts