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upon one singing. Standing at any point hereabouts and listen- 

 ing you could pick out five or six individual voices. Behind 

 those would be a hum of others in the distance not unlike the 

 sound of the wind in the pines. Those I observed did not pass 

 from tree to tree like a Kinglet, but after hunting through the 

 top of one pine dipped to another a hundred yards distant, sang 

 there, sometimes sitting still on a dead twig Chippy-like and 

 stuttering out Cliippy-like notes, and at other times singing as 

 they hunted over the top branches. During the day they did 

 not seem to be in flocks, but generally single, though often I saw 

 a pair together. At night-fall I several times found four or five 

 together in low bushes by the waterside. As I was walking by 

 the j)ond on Monday evening after a day of snow I heard a very 

 faint cheep. A stand-still of a few minutes, and peering around 

 discovered four little birds on some sweet-pepper bushes that 

 extended out over the water. It was a little while before I 

 could identify them as Pine Warblers, because the one that 

 was in male plumage kept persistently in a thick part of the 

 bush. The three others were, in that light, without any yellow 

 whatsoever. But even before I saw the male, white patches 

 in the tail feathers and whitish wing-bars indicated the 

 identity of the others. They could hardly have chosen a more 

 uncomfortable hunting-ground. There they were, just by the 

 water, with no protection from the bitter wind that was blowing 

 out of the sunset across the pond. Yet they hunted about live- 

 lily, cheeping to each other constantly, though the wind every 

 minute fluffed up their feathers, or, catching their tails, veered 

 them around like miniature weathercocks. The next morning 

 I found a little flock of them feeding along a burnt-over fence- 

 row between road and orchard. They were very tame, hopping 

 within ten feet of me in their search for whatever it was at- 

 tracted them in the charred stubble, and mounting the fence to 

 sing at even nearer distance. They would be searching the in- 

 terstices of the rails of the snake fence like Wrens the minute 

 after they had been ground hunting like Chippies. A further 

 versatility of procedure was revealed by a little flock in the 

 pines below the inn the same evening. They drifted into a tree 

 above me as noisily as Yellowbirds. Love chases were inter- 



