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taches, and in the nature of the case must 

 attach, to all writing upon such subjects. 

 The two songs have about as much in com- 

 mon as those of the hermit thrush and 

 the brown thrasher, or those of the song 

 sparrow and the chipper. In other words, 

 they have nothing in common. Prob- 

 ably in Minot's case, as in so many others 

 of a similar nature, the simple explana- 

 tion is that when he thought he was lis- 

 tening to one bird he was really listening to 

 another. 



The Tallahassee road to which I had often- 

 est resorted, to which, now, from far Massa- 

 chusetts, I oftenest look back, the St. Au- 

 gustine road, so called, I have spoken of 

 elsewhere. Thither, after packing my trunk 

 on the morning of the 18th, I betook my- 

 self for a farewell stroll. My holiday was 

 done. For the last time, perhaps, I listened 

 to the mocking-bird and the cardinal, as by 

 and by, when the grand holiday is over, I 

 shall listen to my last wood thrush and my 

 last bluebird. But what then? Florida 

 fields are still bright, and neither mocking- 

 bird nor cardinal knows aught of my ab- 

 sence. And so it will be. 



