THE CERULEAN WARBLER. cy 
from the new leaves or sallying out into the open for some passing insect, 
singing in the intervals. The woods which he chooses must be damp under- 
neath, and the trees tall. Undergrowth is no hindrance, but he seems to pre- 
fer as little of it as possible. 
His song seems to echo the purpose of his life. Beginning, as it were, 
down among the lowly, it gradually but persistently rises, pointing the way 
upward, disappearing while yet rising toward the heights. He lives where 
he can reach down and uplift by his presence and a sunny, joyous nature. 
The song is not pretentious, calling for applause, but rather the expression 
of an earnest purpose. You will not hear it without close attention. It has 
been rendered “tse, tse, tse, tse, te-e-c-e-c-e-ce-e-e,” with a strongly rising in- 
flection throughout. The bird sings while sitting, the head thrown back and 
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Taken near Oberlin. Photo by Lynds Jones. 
NEST AND EGGS OF CERULEAN WARBLER. 
PLACED ON HORIZONTAL BRANCIL AT I[EIGHT OF FORTY FEET 
