236 WALKS ABOUT TALLAHASSEE. 
taches, and in the nature of the case must 
attach, to all writing upon such subjects. 
The two songs have about as much in com-. 
mon as those of the hermit thrush and 
the brown thrasher, or those of the song 
sparrow and the chipper. In other words, 
they have nothing im common.  Prob- 
ably in Minot’s case, as in so many others 
of a similar nature, the simple explana- 
tion is that when he thought he was lis- 
tening to one bird he was really listening to 
another. 
The Tallahassee road to which I had often- 
est resorted, to which, now, from far Massa- 
chusetts, I oftenest look back, the St. Au- 
gustine road, so called, I have spoken of 
elsewhere. Thither, after packing my trunk 
on the morning of the 18th, I betook my- 
self for a farewell stroll. My holiday was 
done. For the last time, perhaps, I listened 
to the mocking-bird and the cardinal, as by 
and by, when the grand holiday is over, I 
shall listen to my last wood thrush and my 
last bluebird. But what then? Florida 
fields are still bright, and neither mocking- 
bird nor cardinal knows aught of my ab- 
sence. And so it will be. 
