The small pewee, how long. The night-warbler’s note . . .

  I see a woodchuck in the middle of the field at Assabet Bath . . .

  The simple peep peep of the peetweet, as it flies away from the shore before me, sounds hollow and rather mournful, reminding me of the seashore and its wrecks, and when I smell the fresh odor of our marshes the resemblance is increased . . .

  C. [William Ellery Channing] has seen a brown thrasher and a republican swallow to-day.