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long ways up.  They fought on the wing.
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April 9, Tuesday.
This afternoon after school I went down in the fields.  In Fiske's meadow by the ditch I scared up a Wilson's Snipe It flew and lit over farther I chased it up several times and finally it lit over in Dohertys near Maine's woods by a pool of water.  At first it flew up when I was almost about to step on it.  But afterward it flew up with a harsh note when 50 or 60 feet away.  I crawled along in the 

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ditch until I was 4 or 5 feet away and cautiously raised my head.  I look and listened for 15 or 20 minutes.  Then I stood up and it ran out of a hollow splashed in the water with its feet and flew across.  It squatted down in a little pocket and disappeared as quickly as though it had been covered up.  Then It went across the river.
I could hear Vesper Sparrows singing their matins in great number.
Heard a Mourning