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Bird-Land Echoes. 



named, many having no trace of music in their 

 throats, whatever may be concealed in their souls. 

 Never does May come round but the black-throated 

 green warblers come with it, and when they gather — 

 perhaps a dozen or more — in the tall meadow hick- 

 ories, from their leafy tops floats a melodious stream 



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Pine-creeping Warbler. 



of clear, crisp notes that add a charm even to the 

 meadows with their brilliant array of blossoms and 

 attendant thrushes. 



The unexpected, which may or may not be 

 pleasant, is always likely to occur when we are 

 watching for warblers. A hawk may dash through 

 the trees and scatter every feather before us ; but it 



