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of the same shade of dark slate, with darker 

 wings and tail and slightly lighter breast ; but 

 a moment's examination showed his great dif- 

 ference from that interesting bird. His short, 

 sharp, and wide beak indicated the flycatcher, 

 and his calm dark eyes were surrounded with 

 delicate lines of minute white feathers, a break 

 at each corner just preventing their being per- 

 fect rings. 



Being a warm admirer of the catbird, I no- 

 ticed the stranger first for the resemblance ; but 

 a few moments' study of his look and manner 

 drew me strongly to himself, and though I de- 

 sired only our native birds, I could not resist 

 him. 



When introduced to his new quarters in my 

 house, the clarin did not flutter ; he did not re- 

 sist. He rested on the bottom of the cage where 

 he was placed, and looked at me with eyes that 

 said, "What are you going to do with me?" 

 He had already accepted his imprisonment ; he 

 did not exj)ect to be free, and it was plain that 

 he no lono'er cared for his life. If he were to 

 be subjected to the indignity of traveling in a 

 box among common birds, as he had been sent 

 from the bird-store where I found him, he had 

 no desire to live. It required much coaxing to 

 make him forget the outrage, and I am glad to 

 say it was the last affront he suffered. From 



