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186 long ways up. They fought on the wing. [[line break]] 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 [[end page]] [[start page]] 187 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