THEODORE ROOSEVELT, Jr. The general features of the Adirondacks, in those parts which we have examined, are the many lakes, the absence of _mountain_-brooks, the luxuriant forest-growth (the taller deciduous trees often reaching the height of a hundred feet, and the White Pines even that of a hundred and thirty), the sandy soil, the cool, invigorating air, and both a decided wildness and levelness of country as compared with the diversity of the White Mountain region. The _avifauna_ is not so rich as that of the latter country, because wanting in certain “Alleghanian” birds found there, and also in species belonging especially to the Eastern or North-eastern Canadian fauna. Nests, moreover, seem to be more commonly inaccessible, and rarely built beside roads or wood-paths, as they often are in the White Mountains. M. =1. Robin.= _Turdus migratorius_ (Linnæus). Moderately common. Sometimes found in the woods. =2. Hermit Thrush.= _Turdus Pallasi_ (Cabanis). Common. Sings until the middle of August (R.). =3. Swainson’s Thrush.= _Turdus Swainsoni_ (Cabanis). The commonest thrush. =4. Cat-bird.= _Mimus Carolinensis_ (Linnæus). Observed beyond the mountains to the northward, near Malone. =5. Blue Bird.= _Sialia sialis_ (Linnæus). Common near Malone. =6. Golden-crowned “Wren.”= _Regulus satrapa_ (Lichten.). Quite common; often heard singing in June. =7. Chickadee.= _Parus atricapillus_ (Linnæus). Rather scarce in June. Abundant in August (R.). =8. Hudsonian Chickadee.= _Parus Hudsonicus_ (Forster). Found in small flocks at Bay Pond in the early part of August (R.). =9. Red-bellied Nuthatch.= _Sitta Canadensis_ (Linnæus). Common. The White-bellied Nuthatch has not been observed here by us. =10. Brown Creeper.= _Certhia familiaris_ (Linnæus). Common. =11. Winter Wren.= _Troglodytes hyemalis_ (Vieillot). Moderately common. FACSIMILE OF THE FIRST PAGE OF THE “CATALOGUE OF SUMMER BIRDS,” MADE IN 1877 BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT, JR., AND H. D. MINOT] His love of poetry in those days became a very living thing, and the summer following his first college year was one in which the young people of Oyster Bay turned with glad interest to the riches not only of nature but of literature as well. I find among my papers, painstakingly copied in red ink in my brother’s handwriting, Swinburne’s poem “The Forsaken Garden.” He had sent it to me, copying it from memory when on a trip to the Maine woods. Later, on his return, we would row by moonlight to “Cooper’s Bluff” (near which spot he was eventually to build his beloved home, Sagamore Hill), and there, having climbed the sandy bulwark, we would sit on the top of the ledge looking out on the shimmering waters of the Sound, and he would recite with a lilting swing in the tone of his voice which matched the rhythm of the words: