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into lines, on a ground of a faint bluish- 

 white ; in the veery, the marks are almost 

 obsolete, and a few rods off his breast pre- 

 sents only a dull yellowish appearance. To 

 get a good view of him you have only to sit 

 down in his haunts, as in such cases he seems 

 equally anxious to get a good view of you. 



From those tall hemlocks proceeds a very 

 fine insect-like warble, and occasionally I 

 see a spray tremble, or catch the flit of a 

 wing. I watch and watch, till my head 

 grows dizzy and my neck is in danger of 

 permanent displacement, and still do not 

 get a good view. Presently the bird darts, 

 or, as it seems, falls down a few feet in pur- 

 suit of a fly or a moth, and I see the whole 

 of it, but in the dim light am undecided. 

 It is for such emergencies that I have 

 brought my gun. A bird in the hand is 

 worth half a dozen in the bush, even for 

 ornithological purposes; and no sure and 

 rapid progress can be made in the study 

 without taking life, without procuring spe- 

 cimens. This bird is a warbler, plainly 

 enough, from his habits and manner ; but 

 what kind of warbler? Look on him and 

 name him : a deep orange or flame-colored 

 throat and breast ; the same color showing 



