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Turkeys were still numerous on tlie moun- 

 tain, and only the Sunday before one had 

 been seen within the park limits. 



The Bachman finch was again in tune at 

 his brush-heap near the well, and between 

 the music and a shady seat I was in no haste 

 to go further. Finally, I experimented to 

 see how near the fellow would let me ap- 

 proach, taking time enough not to startle 

 him in the process. It was wonderful how 

 he held his ground. The " Kock of Chicka- 

 mauga " himself could not have been more 

 obstinate. I had almost to tread on him be- 

 fore he would fly. He was a great singer, 

 a genius, and a poet, 



" with modest looks, 

 And clad in homely russet brown," 



and withal a lover of the sun, — a bird never 

 to be forgotten. I wish I knew how to 

 praise him. 



To-day, as on my previous visit, I re- 

 marked a surprising scarcity of migrants. 

 With the exception of black-poll warblers, 

 I am not certain that I saw any, though I 

 went nowhere else without finding them in 

 good variety. Had my imagination been 

 equal to such a stretch, I might have sus- 



