LEAST FLYCATCHER. 87 
suggests all the happiness of domestic love and 
peace. At one moment its minor 
ror 
come to me 
with the liquidity of a‘ U” of sound d 4 
is fraught with all the pathos and yearning of a 
desolated human heart. At another, its tender, 
motherly el 
alae 
dear-ie dear-ie dear 
with which it lulls its little ones, is as soothing 
to the perplexed and burdened soul as the soft 
breathing of the wind through the pine needles, 
or the caressing ripple of the sunset-gilded waves 
of a mountain lake. 
AE, 
LEAST FLYCATCHER. 
Ir you have been in the country, or even in 
one of our smaller towns during the spring and 
summer, you may have noticed the reiteration of 
an abrupt call of two notes — che-beck! che-beck! 
coming from the apple-trees and undergrowth. If 
you have traced it you have discovered a small 
gray bird, in coat and habit a miniature of the 
pheebe and wood pewee, jerking not only his tail 
but his whole body with his emphatic call. 
This small bird seems a piquant satire on the 
