THE WARBLERS ARE COMING 



THEY are a grand army. The Campbells 

 are nowhere in the comparison, whether for 

 numbers or looks. And this is their month. 

 Let us all go out to see them and cry them 

 welcome. 



They are late, most exceptionally so. I 

 have never known anything to match it. 

 Brave travelers as they are (some of them, 

 yes, many of them, are on a three or four 

 thousand mile journey ; and a long flight it 

 is for a five-inch bird, from South America 

 to the arctic circle) brave travelers as 

 they are, they cannot contend against the 

 inevitable, and our April weather, this year, 

 was too much even for a bird's punctuality. 



The yellow warbler, for example, one of 

 the prettiest of the tribe, is by habit one of 

 the truest to his schedule. In any ordinary 

 season he may be confidently expected to 

 arrive in our Boston country on the first 



