88 By Leafy Ways. 



Like the woodpecker, he is very clever at keeping 

 out of sight, and if alarmed will glide round to the far 

 side of the tree without apparently taking any notice 

 of the intruder, and until the danger is passed takes 

 good care to keep behind a branch in his upward 

 course. 



On a low bough of an apple-tree near by, sits a fly- 

 catcher, motionless and forlorn. He is a stranger 

 here. He comes from farther north, and is on his 

 way to join his companions over the sea. 



Short, indeed, is his stay in this country. The 

 flycatcher that built this summer in your trellis has 

 already departed, and his familiar perch on the garden 

 seat will know him no more until May comes round. 



He was not the first to leave us. The dark figure 

 of the swift has long since vanished from the sky. 

 Even the swallows who remain are but a handful 

 compared with the great hosts, that, after lengthened 

 mustering and high debate, have started for the south. 



