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cannot use it under any circumstances. He may 

 feel as sure as he can be that he has seen something 

 remarkable, yet he may very well fail to convince 

 a truly discreet brother of the craft. Many a good 

 record has doubtless been lost in this way, but, what 

 is much more important, many a bad record has 

 been set aside. In this case, however, I could not 

 even feel any moral certainty ; to an inexperienced 

 eye the two species are almost exactly alike, and I 

 had yet to learn what it is that really separates 

 them beyond a doubt. All this was very tantalising, 

 but luckily for me there was a way out of the 

 difficulty. In another month I should be set free 

 from my Oxford work ; what pleasanter plan could 

 I make for a holiday than to go and search for the 

 real Marsh Warbler where I knew he was likely to 

 be found? Could I but pay him a visit in his 

 Continental haunts, I might be pretty sure in a day 

 or two of fixing his identity in my mind beyond all 

 doubt and dispute. 



I knew where to go; for Professor Fatio of 

 Geneva had studied the bird in a certain Alpine 

 valley which is evidently a favourite haunt of the 

 species, and this valley I might easily reach before 

 the nesting and singing came to an end. But first 

 I determined to go to Meiringen in the Oberland, in 

 order to pick up my faithful old friend Johann 

 Anderegg, whose knowledge of Alpine birds had 



