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and I came to the sugar grove. Here a sec- 

 ond bird was singing, just where I had heard 

 him two days before. Him I sat down to 

 enjoy ; and at that moment, probably because 

 he had seen me (and had seen me stop), he 

 broke out with a volley of those quick, stac- 

 cato, inimitably emphatic, whip-snapping 

 calls, — pijo-pip^ — which are more charac- 

 teristic of the species than even the song it- 

 self. So there were two male wood thrushes, 

 and presumably two pairs, in this mountain- 

 side forest ! 



On the 1st of June I heard the song there 

 again, though I was forced to wait for it ; 

 and three days afterward the story was the 

 same. I ought to have looked for nests, but 

 time failed me. To the best of my know- 

 ledge, the bird has never been reported 

 before from the White Mountain region, 

 though it is well known to breed in some 

 parts of Canada, where I have myself seen 

 it. 



Here, then, were two notable accessions to 

 our local catalogue. The only others (a few 

 undoubted migrants — Wilson's black-cap 

 warbler, the white-crowned sparrow, and the 



