24 IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 
found, sooner or later, wherever I went, I be- 
lieve, but always in surprisingly small num- 
bers, and I saw only one nest. That was 
built in a roadside china-tree in Tallahassee, 
and contained young ones (April 17), as was 
clear from the conduct of its owners. 
It must not be supposed that I left St. 
Augustine without another search for my 
unknown “ warbler.” The very next morn- 
ing found me again at the swamp, where for 
at least an hour I sat and listened. I heard 
no tee-koi, tee-koo, but was rewarded twice 
over for my walk. In the first place, before 
reaching the swamp, I found the third of my 
flat-wood novelties, the red-cockaded wood- 
pecker. As had happened with the nuthatch 
and the sparrow, I heard him before seeing 
him: first some notes, which by themselves 
would hardly have suggested a woodpecker 
origin, and then a noise of hammering. 
Taken together, the two sounds left little - 
doubt as to their author; and presently I 
saw him, — or rather them, for there were 
two birds. I learned nothing about them, 
either then or afterwards (I saw perhaps 
eight individuals during my ten weeks’ 
visit), but it was worth something barely to 
