OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



tail, or the olive hack of the white-throated green 

 warbler, or the brilliant chestnut-sided warbler dis 

 appearing among the branches of the trees is a pleas 

 ure, but a tantalizing one. Here "these fascinating 

 sprites of the tree-tops," as Mr. Chapman calls them, 

 were within fifteen feet of us, in the bright light of 

 noon-day, perfectly fearless, apparently unconscious of 

 our presence, stepping delicately hither and thither or 

 clinging to low shrubs like pendent jewels. Here the 

 unmistakable and well-named black and white warbler 

 consorted with the more somber Kentucky; there the 

 chestnut crown indicated the palm warbler; and be 

 yond, a group of Canadians with their jetted neck 

 laces over yellow. Beside us the Cape May warbler 

 expanded his striped chest, and that gray bird, turn 

 ing, disclosed the black throat and yellow spots of the 

 golden-winged. As we named each new one we felt 

 new sensations of delight, or if we did not recognize 

 one, out must come the notebook for a minute de 

 scription. The splendid Blackburnian once seen can 

 never be forgotten. But the wonderful bit of the sky 



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