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oftenest noticed, and is considered character- 

 istic of the species, is sometimes syllabled as 

 "Trees, trees, beautiful trees," sometimes 

 as "Hear me, Saint Theresa " ; but in my in- 

 timate acquaintance with some of the family 

 in this nook alone, I have noted down eight 

 distinctly different melodies. One special 

 little neighbor who spent hours every day in 

 a particular old spruce, sang the regulation 

 song of his tribe, but he also indulged in at 

 least one other totally unlike that. These two 

 I have heard and seen him sing, one directly 

 after the other, but he may have had half 

 a dozen arrangements of his sweet notes. 

 Moreover, though the song of this bird may 

 be deliberate and drawled out in an aristo- 

 cratic way, he is himself just as jerky and 

 restless and plebeian in manner as any of 

 them, he has not a shadow of repose. 



Sometimes the mate as I suppose of 

 my bird, whom I soon learned to recognize, 

 appeared on the family tree, going over the 

 branches in a business-like way, and the only 

 note I heard from her was a loud, sharp 

 " chip." 



In warbler-land one soon learns when a 



