The Birds’ Calendar 
satisfaction to identify them ; but I think I have 
made the partial acquaintance of what is named 
the least flycatcher, less than six inches long, 
in dull olive and dingy white, at first quite 
silent, and afterward uttering an unmusical 
sound like se-wic, two or three times over. An 
air of poetic gloom invests a flycatcher, as it 
sits silent, meditative, and alone, as different 
from the mood of a warbler as shadow is from 
sunlight. 
One afternoon an unfamiliar warbler, and 
regarded as one of the handsomest, came across 
my path, nimbly darting in and out among the 
bushes, and daintily pecking at the newly 
opening leaves. Its various colors of black, 
yellow, white, and ash are laid on in a peculiarly 
bold and effective manner, and from having 
seen a ‘‘ dried specimen ’’ I knew it at once to 
be the magnolia warbler. As I have watched 
it from day to day, hardly any of the family 
have given me so much pleasure as this. Ner- 
vous and restless like all its kin, it seems more 
fearless than many of them, and this is an 
attractive feature in any specimen; possibly 
because we consider its confidence an indirect 
compliment to ourselves. 
On the Island high in a tree I discovered 
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