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Nor is variety confined to the sparrows 

 there are the warblers. The black-throated 

 green warbler, an exquisite bird, common in 

 northern New England, whose song is usually 

 represented by the words " trees, trees, beau- 

 tiful trees," I have already spoken of. Another 

 of these fairy-like warblers, the Maryland 

 yellow-throat, is popularly supposed to have a 

 song of three notes represented by " witches- 

 here," or " o-wee-chee," repeated three times ; 

 but I spent one summer beside one who had 

 five syllables in his song, and not one like 

 those quoted above. 



Not even the wood-thrush is constant to 

 his score. I once had the happiness of living 

 a few weeks near one of these birds who was 

 an original genius. He had an exceptionally 

 fine voice to begin with, pure and rich, and 

 his inspirational efforts were concentrated 

 upon his one closing note, which he rendered 

 in several different ways impossible to char- 

 acterize, but all delightful. 



Mr. Cheney, who studied this matter crit- 

 ically, and has given us a book of bird-songs 

 carefully reduced to our musical scale, recog- 

 nizes a vast difference between individuals of 



