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stood a male cardinal and a male nonpareil. 

 Perhaps they were not a glorious pair ! Them 

 also I shall remember, along with the miraculous 

 bluebird. 



Less brilliant, but even more memorable, was 

 my one Bachman's warbler. I had stopped under 

 a live-oak, on a return from the big hammock, 

 and was putting my glass upon one bird after 

 another feeding among its blossoms (parulas, 

 yellow-throats, ruby-crowns, gnatcatchers, and 

 myrtle-birds), when in the very topmost spray I 

 sighted a spot of coal-black set in bright yellow. 

 Here was something new. From twig to twig 

 the stranger went, rather deliberately, for a 

 warbler, the glass following, till after submit- 

 ting for perhaps ten minutes to my eager inspec- 

 tion he slipped away, as birds have a knack of 

 doing, without my seeing him go. However, he 

 had shown himself perfectly the jet breastplate, 

 the yellow forehead, the black crown, the lustrous 

 olive of the upper parts, and the yellow patch 

 upon the wing. He was a bird that I had never 

 expected to see. Comparatively few ornitholo- 

 gists have been so happy. 



This was on March 7. For two days we had 

 noticed indications of a migratory movement, 

 especially among parulas and yellow-throated 

 warblers. Probably the Bachman had come 



