218 WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 
and further still, in a woody swamp, stood 
three little blue herons, one of them in white 
plumage. In the drier and more open parts 
of the way cardinals, mocking-birds, and 
thrashers were singing, ground doves were 
cooing, quails were prophesying, and logger- 
head shrikes sat, trim and silent, on the 
telegraph wire. In the pine lands were 
plenty of brown-headed nuthatches, full, as 
always, of friendly gossip; two red-shoul- 
dered hawks, for whom life seemed to wear 
a more serious aspect ; three Maryland yel- 
low throats ; a pair of bluebirds, rare enough 
now to be twice welcome; a black-and-white 
creeper, and a yellow redpoll warbler. In 
the same pine woods, too, there was much 
good music: house wrens, Carolina wrens, 
red-eyed and white-eyed vireos, pine war- 
blers, yellow-throated warblers, blue yellow- 
backs, red-eyed chewinks, and, twice wel- 
come, like the bluebirds, a Carolina chicka- 
dee. 
A little beyond this point, in a cut through 
a low sand bank, I found two pairs of rough- 
winged swallows, and stopped for some time 
to stare at them, being myself, meanwhile, 
a gazing-stock for two or three negroes 
