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a wood pewee; a yellow-billed cuckoo; a 

 quail ; a Carolina wren, with his " Cherry, 

 cherry, cherry ! " and a Carolina chickadee, 

 a modest woodland chorus, interrupted 

 now by the jubilant cackling of a hen at the 

 Snodgrass house (if a man's daily achieve- 

 ments only gave him equal satisfaction !) 

 and now by the scream of a crested fly- 

 catcher. 



The most interesting member of the choir, 

 though one of the poorest of them all as a 

 singer, is not included in the foregoing enu- 

 meration. While I lay dreaming on the 

 iron floor of the tower, enjoying the breeze, 

 the landscape, the music, and, more than all, 

 the place, I was suddenly brought wide 

 awake by a hoarse drawling note out of the 

 upper branches of a tall oak a little below 

 my level. I caught a glimpse of the bird, 

 having run down to a lower story of the 

 tower for that purpose. Then he disap- 

 peared, but after a while, from the same 

 tree, he called again ; and again I saw him, 

 but not well. Another long absence, and 

 once more, still in the same tree, he sang 

 and showed himself: a blue-winged yellow 

 warbler, an exquisite bunch of feathers, but 



