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swampy localities. On this account the people in 

 the Adirondack region call it the "Swamp Angel.'* 

 Its being so much of a recluse accounts for the com- 

 parative ignorance that prevails in regard to it. 



The cast of its song is very much like that of the 

 wood thrush, and a good observer might easily con- 

 found the two. But hear tliem together and the 

 difiference is quite marked: the song of the hermit 

 is in a higher key, and is more wild and ethereal. 

 His instrument is a silver horn which he winds in 

 the most solitary places. The song of the wood 

 thrush is more golden and leisurely. Its tone 

 comes near to that of some rare stringed instrument. 

 One feels that perhaps the wood thrush has more 

 compass and power, if he would only let himself 

 out, but on the whole he comes a little short of the 

 pure, serene, hymn-like strain of the hermit. 



Yet those who have heard only the wood thrush 

 may well place him first on the list. He is truly 

 a royal minstrel, and, considering his liberal distri- 

 bution throughout our Atlantic seaboard, perhaps 

 contributes more than any other bird to our sylvan 

 melody. One may object that he spends a little 

 too much time in tuning his instrument, yet his 

 careless and uncertain touches reveal its rare com- 

 pass and power. 



He is the only songster of my acquaintance, ex- 

 cepting the canary, that displays different degrees 

 of proficiency in the exercise of his musical gifts. 

 Not long since, while walking one Sunday in the 

 edge of an orchard adjoining a wood, I heard one 



