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a single scarlet feather. Here and there, 

 too, as we wander about the woods, we meet 

 once in two or three days, perhaps a 

 lonesome-acting, silent red-eyed vireo. A 

 great contrast there is between such solitary 

 lingerers and the groups of gossiping chicka- 

 dees that one falls in with in the same 

 places; so merry-hearted, so bubbling over 

 with high spirits, so ready to be neighborly. 

 When I whistle to them, and they whistle 

 back, I feel myself befriended. 



Within a few days we must have the 

 grand September influx of warblers crowds 

 of blackpolls, myrtles, black-throated greens, 

 and many more. For two months yet the 

 procession will be passing. 



