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of that spray or on the end of that bare twig, and 
it won’t do to miss it. So when your neckache 
becomes intolerable you fix your eyes immovably 
on the most promising spot, and step cautiously 
backward till you can lean against a tree. The 
support disappoints you, your hand trembles as 
much as ever, and your neck is growing stiff. You 
make a final effort, take your glass in both hands, 
and change your focus, when suddenly a low, fine 
trill that you recognize from being accented on 
the end like a redstart’s, comes from a branch sev- 
eral feet higher than before over your head. Your 
neck refuses to bend an inch more. You despair. 
But all at once your tormentor comes tumbling 
through the leaves after an insect that has gotten 
away from him, and you catch one fleeting glimpse 
of orange that more than repays you for all your 
cramps. 
LXIV. 
BLACK-THROATED BLUE WARBLER. 
LiKE other ladies, the little feathered brides 
have to bear their husbands’ names, however inap- 
propriate. What injustice! Here an innocent 
creature with an olive-green back and yellowish 
breast has to go about all her days known as the 
black - throated blue warbler, just because that 
happens to describe the dress of her spouse! The 
most she has in common with him is a white spot 
