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the same spot. The keeper of the hotel re- 

 membered the circumstance and the pleasure 

 of Mr. Brewster over it. In my case, at 

 any rate, the lateness and unexpectedness of 

 the bird's appearance, together with what a 

 certain scholarly friend of mine would have 

 called his " imiquity," made him the bringer 

 of a most agreeable noonday excitement. 

 Where he had come from, and whether he 

 had brought a mate with him, were questions 

 I had no means of answering. He reminded 

 me of my one Georgia oriole, on the field of 

 Chickamauga. 



The road to Horse Cove, of which I have 

 already spoken, offered easy access to a 

 lower and more summery level, the land at 

 this point dropping almost perpendicularly 

 for about a thousand feet. In half an hour 

 the pedestrian was in a new climate, with 

 something like a new fauna about him. 

 Here were such birds as the Kentucky war- 

 bler, the hooded warbler, the cardinal gros- 

 beak, and the Acadian flycatcher, none of 

 them to be discovered on the plateau above. 

 Here, also, — but this may have been no- 

 thing more than an accident, — were the 

 only bluebirds (a single family) that I saw 



