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pulled out and stuck, and could not be 

 pushed in again. He is an odd genius. 

 With plenty of notes, he wearies you al- 

 most to distraction, harping on one string 

 for half an hour together. He is the one 

 Southern bird that I should perhaps be 

 sorry to see common in Massachusetts ; but 

 that " perhaps ' ? is a large word. Many 

 yellow-throated warblers, silent as yet, were 

 commonly in the live-oaks, and innumerable 

 myrtle birds, also silent, with prairie war- 

 blers, black-and-white creepers, solitary vir- 

 eos, an occasional chickadee, and many more. 

 It was a birdy spot; and just across the 

 way, on the shrubby island, were red-winged 

 blackbirds, who piqued my curiosity by 

 adding to the familiar conkaree a final syl- 

 lable, the Florida termination, I called 

 it, which made me wonder whether, as 

 has been the case with so many other Flor- 

 ida birds, they might not turn out to be a 

 distinct race, worthy of a name (Agelaius 

 phoeniceus something -or-other), as well as of 

 a local habitation. I suggest the question 

 to those whose business it is to be learned in 

 such matters. 1 



1 My suggestion, I now discover, since this paper was 



