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air and upon his own body as in flying. One 

 log will be used for many years, though not 

 by the same drummer. It seems to be a 

 sort of temple and held in great respect. 

 The bird always approaches on foot, and 

 leaves it in the same quiet manner, un- 

 less rudely disturbed. He is very cunning, 

 though his wit is not profound. It is diffi- 

 cult to approach him by stealth ; you will 

 try many times before succeeding ; but seem 

 to pass by him in a great hurry, making all 

 the noise possible, and with plumage furled 

 he stands as immovable as a knot, allowing 

 you a good view and a good shot, if you are 

 a sportsman. 



Passing along one of the old Bark-peel- 

 ers' roads which wander aimlessly about, I 

 am attracted by a singularly brilliant and 

 emphatic warble, proceeding from the low 

 bushes, and quickly suggesting the voice of 

 the Maryland yellow-throat. Presently the 

 singer hops up on a dry twig and gives me a 

 good view. Lead-colored head and neck, be- 

 coming nearly black on the breast ; clear 

 olive-green back, and yellow belly. From 

 his habit of keeping near the ground, even 

 hopping upon it occasionally, I know him to 

 be a ground- warbler ; from his dark breast, 



