214 FOOTING IT IN FRANCONIA 



below contains many of liis happy kind, and 

 one of tliem has come up within hearing to 

 brighten my page. 



All the time I have sat here I have been 

 hoping to hear the hearty, " full-throated " 

 note of a yellow-throated vireo. This is the 

 only place in Franconia where I have ever 

 heard it — two years ago this month. But 

 the bird seems not to be here now, and I 

 must not stay longer. My companion, who 

 has gone higher up the hill to visit a thorn 

 bush, wiU be expecting me on the bridge 

 by the old grist-mill. 



Before I can get away, however, I add 

 another name to my bird-list, — a welcome 

 name, the wood pewee's. He has just ar- 

 rived from the South, I suppose. What a 

 sweetly modulated, plaintive-sounding whis- 

 tle ! How different from the bobolink's 

 " jest and youthful joUity ! " And now the 

 crested breaks out again all at once, after 

 a long silence. There is a still stronger 

 contrast. Four flycatchers are in voice to- 

 gether : the crested, the olive-sided, the least, 

 and the wood pewee. I have heard them all 

 within the space of a minute. As soon as I 



