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of the same shade of dark slate* with darker 

 wings and tail and slightly lighter breast ; but 

 a moment's examination showed his great dif- 

 ference from that interesting bird. His short, 

 sharp, and wide beak indicated the flycatcher, 

 and his calm dark eyes were surrounded with 

 delicate lines of minute white feathers, a break 

 at each corner just preventing their being per- 

 fect rings. 



Being a warm admirer of the catbird, I no- 

 ticed the stranger first for the resemblance ; but 

 a few moments' study of his look and manner 

 drew me strongly to himself, and though I de- 

 sired only our native birds, I could not resist 

 him. 



When introduced to his new quarters in my 

 house, the clarin did not flutter ; he did not re- 

 sist. He rested on the bottom of the cage where 

 he was placed, and looked at me with eyes that 

 said, " What are you going to do with me ? " 

 He had already accepted his imprisonment ; he 

 did not expect to be free, and it was plain that 

 he no longer cared for his life. If he were to 

 be subjected to the indignity of traveling in a 

 box among common birds, as he had been sent 

 from the bird-store where I found him, he had 

 no desire to live. It required much coaxing to 

 make him forget the outrage, and I am glad to 

 say it was the last affront he suffered. From 



