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ster's, I am sure) cannot take heed of every- 

 thing, especially in a strange piece of country, 

 with a voice out of every bush calling for 

 attention. 



A few birds, too familiar to have attracted 

 any particular notice on their own account, 

 became interesting because of the fact that 

 they were not included among those found 

 here by Mr. Brewster. One of these was 

 the Maryland yellow-throat, of which Mr. 

 Brewster saw no signs above a level of 2100 

 feet. (The elevation of Highlands, I may 

 remind the reader, is 3800 feet.) At the 

 time of my visit, the song, witchery, witchery, 

 witchery, or fidgety, fidgety, fidgety (every 

 listener will transliterate the dactyls for him- 

 self), was to be heard daily from the hotel 

 piazza, though so far away that, with Mr. 

 Brewster's negative experience in mind, I 

 deferred listing the name till, after two or 

 three days, I found leisure to go down to the 

 swamp out of which the notes, whatever 

 they were, evidently proceeded. Then it 

 transpired that at least five males were in 

 song, in four different places. And later 

 (May 25) I happened upon one in still an- 

 other and more distant spot. Probably the 



