SCARLET TANAGER. 149 
been pertinently expressed, suggests the swinging 
of a pendulum. Avreé — kreé — ce — kreé — eah 
kreé — kreé— ee kreé —eah back and forth, swing- 
ing a little further each time, the whole song often 
ending with an emphatic chip! chirr. 
The third place where I found the tanager in 
Northampton — and this seemed to be more of a 
true haunt —was at Fort Hill on the south of 
the town, where, across the meadows, Mount Hol- 
yoke and Mount Tom tower majestically. Here, 
ona sunny eastern hillside that looks away toward 
the Connecticut, the early adder tongues and hepa- 
ticas are found, and the scarlet tanager shows a 
friendliness that becomes the beautiful spot. 
Close to the footpath I have stood and watched 
him without exciting the least suspicion or fear. 
Here at home I have seen one of the tanagers 
in an ash that shades the house, and they sing in 
various parts of our woods. Still, I feel most 
sure of finding them in a swamp back of the 
raspberry patch. While a botanical friend has 
been looking for rare orchids among the moss and 
ferns, I have followed one of the handsome birds 
through the length of the swamp, punctuating his 
song with broken bird talk. At times, as I stood 
on an old moss-covered log, he would come almost 
up to me, and then, just as I was admiring his 
flaming coat, would fly back singing to himself 
the loud swinging song that seemed to catch new 
beauty from the rich, cool verdure of the swamp. 
