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Beside the unmistakable migrants, — 

 white-throats, white-crowns, and black-polls, 

 — there were numbers of more southern 

 birds in the national cemetery. Among 

 them I noticed a yellow-billed cuckoo, crow 

 blackbirds, orchard orioles, summer tanagers, 

 catbirds, a thrasher, a bluebird, wood pewees, 

 chippers, blue-gray gnatcatchers, yellow war- 

 blers, wood thrushes, and chats. All these 

 looked sufficiently at home except the chats ; 

 and it helps to mark the exceeding abun- 

 dance of these last in the Chattanooga region 

 that they should show themselves without 

 reserve in a spot so frequented and so want- 

 ing in close cover. One of the orioles sang 

 in the manner of a fox sparrow, while one 

 that sang daily under my window, on Cam- 

 eron Hill, never once suggested that bird, 

 but often the purple finch. The two facts 

 offer a good idea of this fine songster's qual- 

 ity and versatility. The organ tones of the 

 yellow-throated vireo and the minor whistle 

 of the wood pewee were sweetly in harmony 

 with the spirit of the place, a spirit hard 

 fully and exactly to express, a mingling of 

 regret and exultation. What mattered it 

 that all these men had perished, as it seemed, 



