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minutes while it gleaned the visible insects of a tall 
tulip-tree. 
A splendid representative of the warblers that re- 
mains all summer in the Middle States, and sings 
rather than splutters over squeaky efforts at melody, 
is the Maryland Yellow-throat. 
Given a piece of marshy ground, with an abun- 
dance of skunk-cabbage and a fairly dense growth 
of saplings, and near 
by a tangle of green- 
brier and blackberry, 
and you will be pretty 
sure to have it ten- 
anted by a pair of 
yellow-throats. If 
they are there you 
will quickly know it, even if you do not see them, 
for they are forever tszee-tee-tee, tstee-tee-tee-teeing, 
or, changing their tune, ask, in sweetly-warbled words, 
“ Where did you get it ?” 
The yellow-throat has grown bolder since Wilson’s 
day, and now some modifications are called for in the 
following by that author : 

Redstart. 
“This is one of the humble inhabitants of briers, brambles, alder- 
bushes, and such shrubbery as grows most luxuriantly in low watery 
situations, and might with propriety be denominated Humility, its 
business or ambition seldom leading it higher than the tops of the 
underwood. Insects and their larve are its usual food. It dives 
into the deepest of the thicket, rambles among the roots, searches 
round the stems, examines both sides of the leaf, raising itself on its , 
legs so as to peep into every crevice ; amusing itself at times with a 
very simple, and not disagreeable, song.” 
If you happen to disturb the nest the “ humility” 
