110 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 



dwarf cornel, or bunch-berry, with its four white 

 petals the smallest of the dogwoods, which grows 

 only a *ew inches high. 



The first nest was found by me. It was built on a 

 foundation of tiny twigs in a bush, and had a two- 

 story effect, the upper story being made of fine grass. 

 As I came near the bush, a magnificent chestnut- 

 sided warbler, with the bay patches on his sides and 

 his yellow crown, made such an outcry that I sus- 

 pected the nest and finally found it. There were 

 three eggs in it and one tiny young bird, smaller 

 than a bumblebee. Everywhere grew the beautiful 

 northern azalea, of a clear pink with a perfume like 

 sandal-wood. The Canadian warbler, with its black 

 necklace on its yellow breast, sang everywhere a 

 song which sounded like, "Ea-sy, ea-sy, you, you"; 

 and we heard also the orange-throated Blackburnian 

 warbler's wiry, thin notes. 



Near the top of the mountain are two sphagnum 

 bogs, difficult to find, but the home of many a rare 

 bird. We finally located the larger of these bogs, 

 and there the Artist made the great discovery of 

 the day. Right out from underneath his foot, as 

 he splashed through the wet moss, flew a yellow- 

 bellied flycatcher, which gives a note like the wood- 

 pewee and whose nest had been found only once 

 before in the state of Pennsylvania. Right in front 

 of him, hidden in the deep moss, was this long-sought 

 nest. It was set deep in club-moss and lined with 

 white pine-needles, and contained four pinkish- 

 white eggs with an aureole around the larger end, 



