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me from under the leaves and twigs, with a mouth- 
ful of worms. After hunting through the low 
bushes for some time, I ferreted out some bird’s 
baby, a grayish mite with light wing bars, and 
wavy shadowy markings across its breast. But it 
was not until the next day that I had proof that 
it belonged to my bird. While watching some 
vireos in the bushes just in the edge of the clear- 
ing, the mother suddenly appeared. Perking up 
her tail and drooping her wings, she leaned over 
so as to be able to see me, gave a few little ques- 
tioning smacks, and then flew down into the bush 
only a few feet from me, and fed the little bird 
without fear. 
Fear seems to be an instinct, an inheritance 
with her, but her own confidence is strong enough 
to conquer it. Indeed, she is altogether sensible, 
straightforward, industrious, and confiding —a 
captivating, motherly body. 
LXVII. 
MARYLAND YELLOW-THROAT; BLACK - MASKED 
GROUND WARBLER. 
Ir your walks lead you through low under- 
brush, weed-grown river banks, alder swamps, or 
other rough, damp places, you will very likely no- 
tice the loud, quick wheé -che-tee, wheé-che-tee, 
wheé-che-tee that betrays the Maryland yellow- 
