as we talked it over and looked at the recorded habitat of that 

 species it seemed hardly possible that my bird could have strayed 

 so far from his home. The next question was — if not the Arkan- 

 sas Kingbird, then what is it? We decided to ask the aid of 

 some of the young men of the Natural History Society who are 

 often in this locality. Accordingly on Monday, December 15, 

 Mr. Sharpe spoke to Mr. Sprunt about the bird and inquired the 

 name. Mr. Sprunt said that he had observed the bird some few 

 days before but that he did not know just what it was. We de- 

 cided that it was best to notify the Museum and let them send 

 someone to identify it, killing it only in case it should be of real 

 value as a record. 



While preparing to go to the Museum on Tuesday morning, 

 December 16, I looked from my window and saw Mr. E. Burnham 

 Chamberlain together with Mr. B. Rhett Chamberlain. They 

 were carrying their gun and as they have licenses for scientific 

 collecting, I realized that I should soon know the species. They 

 had heard of the bird the evening before and had come down to 

 investigate. I was of course most interested in the capture 

 and was delighted when Mr. Chamberlain returned to tell me 

 that my bird was the Arkansas Kingbird and that it made a very 

 noteworthy record for South Carolina, the first for the state, in 

 fact. 



We have missed the little fellow very much. He was so quick 

 and free and happy in all his movements on the wing, and yet 

 he would sit on a telephone wire or fence quiet as quiet could 

 be, only his head constantly looking from side to side. In the 

 morning and late afternoon he seemed more active than in the 

 middle of the day. The late afternoon was the only time that 

 I was able to hear his call. Once, with the aid of glasses, Mr. 

 Sharpe observed him to pounce upon a grasshopper, carry it 

 to the fence and eat it. Miss Bragg told me later that a small 

 fiddler crab had been found in his stomach. 



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