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ders and delightful prospects, a place to 

 stay in ; but behind me stood a grove of 

 small pine-trees, out of which came now and 

 then a warbler's chip ; and in May, with 

 everything on the move, and anything pos- 

 sible, invitations of that kind are not to be 

 refused. Warbler species are many, and 

 there is always another to hope for. I 

 turned to the pines, therefore, as a matter of 

 course, and was soon deeply engaged with a 

 charming bevy of northward-bound passen- 

 gers, myrtle-birds, palm warblers, black- 

 throated blues (of both sexes), a female 

 Cape May warbler (the first of her sex that 

 I had seen) magnolias, bay-breasts, and 

 many black-polls. It makes a short story 

 in the telling ; but it was long in the doing, 

 and yielded more excitement than I dare 

 try to describe. To and fro I went among 

 the low trees (their lowness a most for- 

 tunate circumstance), slowly and with all 

 quietness, putting my glass upon one bird 

 after another as something stirred among the 

 needles, and hoping every moment for some 

 glorious surprise. In particular, I hoped 

 for a cerulean warbler ; but this was not the 

 cerulean's day, and, if I had but known it, 



