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of the merry band, the Wren suddenly appeared and proceeded to 

 take his bath, all by himself, in a small stream slowly running 

 through a gully at Underwood. The process of bathing was car- 

 ried through with as much vigor and evident enjoyment as one 

 could wish to see. It was most amusing to watch his antics, all 

 done with such nervous haste, yet thoroughness seemed to be his 

 motto, whether bathing or inspecting buildings. 



In going out each day, he was the first one we looked for, and 

 rarely in those days were we disappointed. He invariably appeared 

 somewhere. Each glimpse, however, we expected to be the last, 

 especially as cool nights came on. He was likely to move on south 

 with the other birds before another morning. In meeting him so 

 often we began to feel a sort of ownership, as if he belonged to us 

 alone, and really became very fond of him. Nevertheless, when I 

 found he was inclined to remain, and believing him an uncommon 

 and desirable specimen, I felt it a duty to notify someone of his 

 presence and secure him, if possible. Mr. Norton seemed the one 

 to appreciate such an addition to his collections, consequently I told 

 him what I thought about the bird. He kindly consented to try 

 and secure it, and, with a little help to locate the bird, easily took 

 him on the morning of October 3rd, at Underwood. It proved to 

 be a male Carolina Wren. His plumage showed him to be moult- 

 ing, which undoubtedly accounted for his remaining in the vicinity 

 that length of time, and perhaps would have remained a few days 

 longer, his wings being in hardly the strong condition for long 

 flight. My friend and I had become very fond of our little Wren, 

 watching for him and enjoying his glorious voice, and when we 

 heard his last song, and saw him drop from his perch on one of the 

 seats at Underwood, as Mr. Norton skillfully aimed and secured 

 him, womanlike, for all we wanted it done, we each had to shed a 

 tear for our dear little songster, and I must confess the woods 

 seemed rather uninteresting ever after, although they were well 

 filled with the same merry band of bird friends, each one of which 

 we loved and were glad to meet, yet the one favorite bird of all, our 



