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been pertinently expressed, suggests the swinging 

 of a pendulum. Jree kree ee kree eah 

 kree kree ee kree eah back and forth, swing- 

 ing a little further each time, the whole song often 

 ending with an emphatic chip' chirr. 



The third place where I found the tanager in 

 Northampton and this seemed to be more of a 

 true haunt was at Fort Hill on the south of 

 the town, where, across the meadows, Mount Hoi- 

 yoke and Mount Tom tower majestically. Here, 

 on a sunny eastern hillside that looks away toward 

 the Connecticut, the early adder tongues and hepa- 

 ticas are found, and the scarlet tanager shows a 

 friendliness that becomes the beautiful spot. 

 Close to the footpath I have stood and watched 

 him without exciting the least suspicion or fear. 



Here at home I have seen one of the tanagers 

 in an ash that shades the house, and they sing in 

 various parts of our woods. Still, I feel most 

 sure of finding them in a swamp back of the 

 raspberry patch. While a botanical friend has 

 been looking for rare orchids among the moss and 

 ferns, I have followed one of the handsome birds 

 through the length of the swamp, punctuating his 

 song with broken bird talk. At times, as I stood 

 on an old moss-covered log, he would come almost 

 up to me, and then, just as I was admiring his 

 flaming coat, would fly back singing to himself 

 the loud swinging song that seemed to catch new 

 beauty from the rich, cool verdure of the swamp. 



