218 NEWS FROM THE BIRDS. 



center of tlie State, where I now live, lie is my 

 constant comrade both summer and winter. On 

 one of my jaunts, during a recent spring, along 

 the Ohio iliver, below Cincinnati, no species 

 was seen more frequently. 



But that is not all. My bird mania drove 

 me in the spring of 1894 to the Gulf States — 

 Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia. 

 Having " stop-over " at Chattanooga, Tenn., I 

 walked out, early one morning, toward the 

 suburbs, and the first song; I heard was that 

 of Carolina, ringing like a bugle beneath the 

 very shadow of Lookout Mountain, stirring 

 memories of historic battles and valiant deeds. 

 At many stations on my journey southward 

 his rollicksome roundelays rang through the 

 car window, and when I reached New Orleans 

 not a jaunt was taken to the suburbs or the 

 country where he was not heard piping at my 

 elbow. On a fair November day I heard him 

 singing lustily in the suburbs of Montgomery, 

 Ala., and a few days later he was seen in the 

 neighborhood of Pensacola, Fla., although here 

 he was unaccountably shy and reticent. He 

 really seemed to be ubiquitous. 



Yes, ubiquitous ; for, while some species se- 

 lect suburbs and country homesteads for habi- 

 tats, and others seek wild and sequestered places, 



