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pointing straight up. It was no bj'^-talk nor incidental song, 

 but manifestly an earnest and purposeful call song. The song 

 is a double phrased one, the first part slightlj^ longer and a 

 little less rapidly uttered, the second part quickly and more 

 vigorously uttered. I have written it thus: ter ter ter tee ; 

 tswee te chii. The first three syllables have the r trilled slightly 

 and the syllables on the same key, the fourth one about a sixth 

 higher pitched ; the first syllable of the second phrase is a third 

 higher than the first three, the second syllable of the second 

 phrase a note above the preceding one and much shorter, while 

 the last syllable is on the same pitch as the first three, slilding 

 a third or more below ; it is therefore somewhat prolonged. 



- . It is difiicult to represent the song by characters 



" but the scheme given maj^ prove suggestive to 

 some. 



There are two distinct field characters which appear to me 

 most strongly, which I venture to give. First, because first 

 seen usually, the yellow underparts, from the chin to the tail, 

 without any markings on them except along the sides at the 

 edge of the wings ; second, the middle of the bluish gray back 

 with distinct black streaks — four in this specimen. This back 

 pattern is so unusual that to me it was the most striking 

 character. The bird was not at all wary or timid, but allowed 

 an approach within ten feet on both mornings, but in rather 

 heav}' foliage. 



I claim two records for this rare Warbler, with a probable 

 third. But since the bird captured was in the same orchard as 

 the first one seen, and but two days later, the first and the 

 third may be the same individual. Clearly the one heard 

 singing in the woods could not have gone to the orchard w^hile 

 we were returning, more especially' since the natural route of 

 the woods bird would have been at right angles to the direction 

 of this orchard. 



lyYNDS Jones, Obei-lin, Ohio. 



A DAY IN RUBIO CANYON, CALIFORNIA. 



The day dawned brightly as California daj^s are wont to. 

 I had dreamed the night before of " takes " and " finds," and 



