jack pine above, curiously watching me for a few 

 minutes. I continued cutting stakes, and then the 

 bird began to sing. Again and again, with the singer 

 entirely at ease, came the "reer, reer, reer, reer" of 

 the veery. The bird that I had stalked so often into 

 many a mosquito infested thicket had at last stalked 

 me and brought me his song. It was a red letter day 

 in my experience in the north country. 



One other bird deserves special mention, the cedar 

 bird. It is common along all the wild northern lakes. 

 and especially on Isle Royale, where bird life, except 

 gulls and loons and fish-ducks, is not abundant. Its 

 beautiful cinnamon plumage, with a yellow rim on the 

 tail, and a tuft on the head, will attract the attention 

 of any bird lover. It is remarkable in its own way. 

 It has no song, only a low, lisping twitter, even in 

 the breeding season. Its nest is a pretty cup often 

 built of the gray bearded lichens, and attached to low 

 trees near a lake shore, sometimes on overhanging 

 branches. 



The Northwoods are the paradise of the numerous 

 tribe of the wood warblers, the small, flitting jewels 

 of the bird world and, next to humming birds and 

 kinglets, our smallest birds. They have a fine, high- 

 pitched or even wiry song. They seldom sit still 

 more than a few seconds and even if they do, the eye 

 nevertheless often fails to find them perched high 

 in the tree-stops. If you do catch a good sight of them, 

 you will see their wonderful coloring of yellow, 

 orange, greenish, blue, black, white and brown. Un- 

 less your eyes are very sharp, a good glass is helpful. 



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