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caravan. Several of the species were in 

 good force, and doubtless some species 

 eluded me altogether. No man can look all 

 ways at once ; and in autumn the eyes must 

 do not only their own work, but that of the 

 ears as well. 



All the while the birds hastened on, flit- 

 ting from tree to tree, feeding a minute and 

 then away, following the stream. I was es- 

 pecially glad of the baybreasts, of which 

 there were two at least, both very distinctly 

 marked, though in nothing like their spring 

 plumage. I saw only one other specimen 

 this fall, but the name is usually in my au- 

 tumnal Franconia list. The chestnut-side, 

 on the other hand, was the , first one I had 

 ever found here at this season, and was cor- 

 respondingly welcome. 



After all, a catalogue of names gives but 

 a meagre idea of such a flock, except to 

 those who have seen similar ones, and 

 amused themselves with them in a similar 

 manner. But I had had the fun, whether 

 I can make any one else appreciate it or 

 not, and between it and my joy over the 

 Lincoln finch I went home in high feather. 



