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more than we know. The fellow sang again 

 and again, and, to my great satisfaction, 

 a Kentucky joined him, — a much better 

 singer in all respects, and much more be- 

 comingly dressed; but I gave thanks for 

 both. Then the car stopped for me, and we 

 coasted to the base, where the customary 

 gang of negroes, heavily chained, were re- 

 pairing the highway, while the guard, a 

 white man, stood over them with a rifle. It 

 was a strange spectacle to my eyes, and sug- 

 gested a considerable postponement of the 

 millennium ; but I was glad to see the men 

 at work. 



Two days afterward (May 10), in spite of 

 " thunder in the morning " and one of the 

 safest of weather saws, I made my final ex- 

 cursion to Lookout, going at once to the 

 warblers' pines. There were few birds in 

 them. At all events, I found few; but 

 there is no telling what might have happened, 

 if the third specimen that came under my 

 glass — after a black-poll and a bay-breast 

 — had not monopolized my attention till I 

 was driven to seek shelter. That was the 

 day when I needed a gun ; for I suppose it 

 must be confessed that even an opera-glass 



