184 WILD ANIMALS OF GLACIER NATIONAL PARK. 



rapidly and capabl}', covering a great deal of ground from the dead 

 tree tops down, jerking out his fiat quip' with a preoccupied air, or, as 

 he looks up and around, sometimes stopping to sing his loud warbler 

 chwee-chivee-chwcG or sicee-swee-sivee, s(vec-ah, su'cc-ah, swee-ah, 

 swee^ but keeping on with his work till his bill fairl}^ bristles with 

 insects, and the voices of young birds are heard from l)ack among 

 the dense spruces. 



During the migrations, Mr. Bryant says, the Audubon warblers 

 pass through the North Fork of the Flathead Valley " in immense 

 numbers." 



TowxsEXD Warbler: Dendi'-oica fownsendi. — On the trail from 

 Many Glaciers to Iceberg Lake the middle of July, high in the 



spruce and fir tops, both going and 

 coming, I heard a faint warbler song 

 with a drawled quality suggesting the 

 eastern black-throated green, the near- 

 est of kin to the Townsend. At Gran- 

 ite Park the same song was heard and 

 a small warbler was seen flying out 

 of a high tree top. Late in August, 



From Handbook of WesUTn Birds. (Fuertes.) i i , i i? HP 1 



^ _ , ,, warblers taken for lownsends were 



Fig. 85. — Townsend warbler. . . , 



seen on the Kootenai Trail, and at Lake 

 McDonald about half a dozen were seen in the willows bordering a 

 small pond, near enough to see their handsome yellow and black 

 markings; while on the Camas Lake trail a number of others were 

 seen in a fall flock of wandering migrants. 



Grinnell Water-thrush: Seiurus no vehoracensis notahilis. — 

 When at Lake McDonald the last of August, we followed along 

 the shore toward McDonald Creek till we came to a small pond 

 formed by a trickling woodland brook, where two red-tailed Audu- 

 bon thrushes stopped us. Along the marshy edge of the pond, 

 in the soft brown earth, we discovered fresh tracks of deer and 

 bear, which had gone down to the still pool to drink. As the 

 woods were dark, the passing birds had gathered in the sunny wil- 

 lows on the opposite side of the pond, making such a busy throng 

 that we sat down on a log under concealing branches to watch them. 

 Bright yellow, black-capped Avarblers were whipping about; quiet, 

 dull yellow, orange-crowned warblers were quietly hunting; and a 

 sudden flash of salmon made us exclaim, " Eedstart I " The drawl 

 of a Swainson vireo called our attention to a small leaf-colored bird 

 wdth neck outstretched hunting painstakingly for measure worms; 

 little gay outbursts came from the warblers in the willows, and when 



