IN THE FLAT-WOODS. ral 
full of handsome, high-colored fruit. As I 
drew near, I heard indistinctly from among 
them what might have been the song of a 
black-throated green warbler, a bird that 
would have made a valued addition to my 
Florida list, especially at that early date.! 
No sooner was the song repeated, however, 
than I saw that I had beep deceived ; it was 
something I had never heard before. But 
it certainly had much of the black-throated 
green’s quality, and without question was 
the note of a warbler of some kind. What 
a shame if the bird should give me the slip! 
Meanwhile, it kept on singing at brief inter- 
vals, and was not so far away but that, with 
my glass, I should be well able to make it 
out, if only I could once get my eyes on it. 
That was the difficulty. Something stirred 
among the branches. Yes, a yellow-throated 
warbler (Dendroica dominica), a bird of 
which I had seen my first specimens, all 
of them silent, during the last eight days. 
Probably he was the singer. I hoped so, at 
any rate. That would be an ideal case of a 
1 As it was, I did not find Dendroica virens in Florida. 
On my way home, in Atlanta, April 20, I saw one bird in 
a dooryard shade-tree. 
