24 IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 



found, sooner or later, wherever I went, I be- 

 lieve, but always in surprisingly small num- 

 bers, and I saw only one nest. That was 

 built in a roadside china-tree in Tallahassee, 

 and contained young ones (April 17), as was 

 clear from the conduct of its owners. 



It must not be supposed that I left St. 

 Augustine without another search for my 

 unknown " warbler." The very next morn- 

 ing found me again at the swamp, where for 

 at least an hour I sat and listened. I heard 

 no tee-koi, tee-koo, but was rewarded twice 

 over for my walk. In the first place, before 

 reaching the swamp, I found the third of my 

 flat-wood novelties, the red-cockaded wood- 

 pecker. As had happened with the nuthatch 

 and the sparrow, I heard him before seeing 

 him : first some notes, which by themselves 

 would hardly have suggested a woodpecker 

 origin, and then a noise of hammering. 

 Taken together, the two sounds left little 

 doubt as to their author; and presently I 

 saw him, or rather them, for there were 

 two birds. I learned nothing about them, 

 either then or afterwards (I saw perhaps 

 eight individuals during my ten weeks' 

 visit), but it was worth something barely to 



