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ing about or bobbing up and down the tree- 

 trunks in his own peculiar giddy way. This fel- 

 low must be found by the eye, as usually he is 

 too busy to even chirp ; but no one who has once 

 identified him will ever mistake his black and 

 white-streaked coat and topsy turvy movements 

 for those of any other bird. Another warbler 

 was at hand and as though to atone for the silence 

 of his relatives, how he did sing! This was the 

 Tennessee warbler, busily engaged in the tops of 

 the trees, — his constant habitat — but never too 

 much engrossed to burst out explosively every 

 few moments with " Wi-che wi-che wi-che wit 

 chit it it it ttttt! " What this tiny green song- 

 ster lacked in melody, he made up a hundred- 

 fold in vivacity. 



Over in the tall poplars on the hillside, some 

 other tiny visitors invited closer inspection. 

 Though no larger than the diminutive Tennessee 

 warbler, it was very plain from the stolid way in 

 which they moved in the branches that they 

 denied all claim to kinship with the warblers. 

 When we got close in below them it was evi- 

 dent from the busy manner in which they tore 

 the catkins, also from their streaked breasts and 

 general sparrowy appearance, that the pine 



