IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 21 



full of handsome, high-colored fruit. As I 

 drew near, I heard indistinctly from among 

 them what might have been the song of a 

 black-throated green warbler, a bird that 

 would have made a valued addition to my 

 Florida list, especially at that early date. 1 

 No sooner was the song repeated, however, 

 than I saw that I had been deceived ; it was 

 something I had never heard before. But 

 it certainly had much of the black-throated 

 green's quality, and without question was 

 the note of a warbler of some kind. What 

 a shame if the bird should give me the slip ! 

 Meanwhile, it kept on singing at brief inter- 

 vals, and was not so far away but that, with 

 my glass, I should be well able to make it 

 out, if only I could once get my eyes on it. 

 That was the difficulty. Something stirred 

 among the branches. Yes, a yellow-throated 

 warbler (Dendroica dominica), a bird of 

 which I had seen my first specimens, all 

 of them silent, during the last eight days. 

 Probably he was the singer. I hoped so, at 

 any rate. That woidd be an ideal case of a 



1 As it was, I did not find Dendroica virens in Florida. 

 On my way home, in Atlanta, April 20, 1 saw one bird in 

 a dooryard shade-tree. 



