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out of their neighborhood before they let him 
alone. 
The next day I scared up the foolish fellow 
again, in the same place, and found that the near- 
est vireo’s nest was gone! Nota trace was left, 
nothing but one feather! Had he taken his re- 
venge in the night? The trees refused to tell 
tales, and I had to be satisfied with giving him 
such a scare as would keep him away in future. 
XXXVI. 
YELLOW-THROATED VIREO. 
THE name of this beautiful bird calls up college 
days, for my first memory of him is a picture of 
one of the fairest May mornings upon which a 
Connecticut Valley sun ever rose. 
Dandelions were just beginning to dot the ten- 
der grass, and the air was full of busy travellers 
stopping on their northward journey to see the 
beautiful old New England town that the bird- 
voiced Jenny Lind christened the “ paradise of 
America.” Eager for a sight of the strangers, I 
hid myself under the spreading boughs of an old 
apple-tree in the corner of an orchard and waited 
to see what would come. 
A purple finch was now gathering materials for 
her nest where she had been coquetting with her 
handsome lover not long before, and the catbird - 
