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provoking glimpses of him. But to-clay my 

 little eiiclianter permitted me to see him plain- 

 ly as he flitted about in the low trees. He 

 was a handsome fellow, a genuine Beau Brum- 

 mel, and I felt very proud of my find. 



But here was another bright gem in feath- 

 ers. Can you pronounce his name? It was 

 the prothonotary warbler — whole head and 

 neck bright yellow, back olive-green, wings 

 and tail ash-blue. This was not the first time 

 I had seen this species ; where do you suppose 

 I saw my first prothonotary ? Away down in 

 Louisiana in a boggy woodland several miles 

 from the city of New Orleans, south of the 

 Mississippi River. There is reason to believe 

 that these two rare feathered mites breed in 

 the neighborhood of the summer resort. You 

 must look for the nest of the prothonotary 

 in holes of stumps and snags about swampy 

 places. 



I must tell you about the most exciting 

 discovery of my summer outing. Several of 

 us w^ere rowing across the lake one quiet even- 

 ing, when, as we approached the op^^osite 

 shore, we were greeted by a tremulous little 

 trill. I pushed for the shore as rapidly as I 

 could, and soon heard the scolding chatter of 

 two little birds in the deep grass, now and 



