22, IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 
beautiful bird with a song to match. I kept 
him under my glass, and presently the strain 
was repeated, but not by him. Then it 
ceased, and I was none the wiser. Perhaps 
I never should be. It was indeed a shame. 
Such a taking song; so simple, and yet so 
pretty, and so thoroughly distinctive. I 
wrote it down thus: tee-koi, tee-koo, — two 
couplets, the first syllable of each a little 
emphasized and dwelt upon, not drawled, 
and a little higher in pitch than its fellow. 
Perhaps it might be expressed thus: — 
S| 
T cannot profess to be sure of that, however, 
nor have I unqualified confidence in the 
adequacy of musical notation, no matter 
how skillfully employed, to convey a truthful 
idea of any bird song. 
The affair remained a mystery till, in 
Daytona, nine days afterward, the same 
notes were heard again, this time in lower 
trees that did not stand in deep water. Then 
it transpired that my mysterious warbler was 
nota warbler at all, but the Carolina chicka- 
dee. ‘That was an outcome quite unexpected, 
