THE YELLOW-BREASTED CHAT. 187 
if he were saying, “There comes a brigand! Now our nests will all be 
robbed!” You draw nearer, and presently you are greeted with a loud “Caz!” 
and you look around for a crow. If you persist in going into his home, you 
will receive a “tongue-lashing” that will make your ears tingle, and it does 
not require a far stretch of the imagination to make you feel that he is 
quoting profane history at you. He has an extended vocabulary, especially 
of epithets. Unless you are acquainted with his ways, you will think a half 
dozen birds are berating you instead of only one. 
Taken near Waverly. Pieto by Rev. W. F. Henninger. 
THE CHAT’S NEST. 
It may be a good while before you see the author of all this jargon, 
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and you are almost ready to quote Wordsworth’s famous lines to a Cuckoo,— 
“Shall I call thee bird, 
Or but a wandering Voice?” 
But presently he creeps slyly to the top of a bush, and you catch the gleam 
of his rich yellow breast, and note his black mask, while he continues his vitu- 
perations, his throat bulging out like that of a croaking frog. he first time 
