Vireo, Red-Eyed. ^^The Preacher'' 



does almost always, although evidence of rebellion is not 

 wanting. 



Abbott. Birds About Us.^^ 



His style of preaching is not declamation. Though 

 constantly talking, he takes the part of a deliberative 

 orator, who explains his subject in a few words and then 

 makes a pause for his hearers to reflect upon it. We 

 might suppose him to be repeating moderately, with a 

 pause after each sentence, '^You see it, — you know it, — 

 do you hear me? — do you believe it?" All these strains 

 are delivered with a rising inflection at the close, and 

 with a pause, as if waiting for an answer. 



Flagg. a Year With the Birds.^^ 



His song is a monotonous but cheerful monologue made 

 up of short broken sentences, in triplets, given as he hunts 

 over the branches for food. ''Where's a worm? Where's 

 a caterpillar? Where's a worm?" he queries as he goes, 

 answering his own question very comfortably to himself. 

 There is nothing ecstatic about his song. It seems merely 

 the accompaniment of his occupation. He sings as a 

 contented man whistles at his work. 



Florence A. Merriam, Birds of Village and Field.'^ 



Rain or shine, before noon or after, in the deep forest 

 or in the village grove, — when it is too hot for the thrushes 

 or too cold and windy for the warblers, — it is never out 

 of time or place for this little minstrel to indulge his cheer- 

 ful strain. 



Burroughs. Wake Robin.^ 



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