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were the blue jay, the chewink, that takes its name 

 from the resemblance its oft-repeated note bears to the 

 word, the brown thrush, the cat-bird, and a bird of 

 whitish color, like those which used, when I was a 

 boy, to be called the snow-bird. There is also a 

 variety of the wood-pecker tribe, from the large black, 

 red-headed cock of the woods, that goes rising and 

 falling in his flight, with a loud, clear, clanking voice, 

 to the little chickadee that dances around the trunk 

 of the fir tree, looking for his insect or his worm, 

 holding on with his tiny claws, now with his head, 

 and now with his tail uppermost, cross ways, and every 

 way, up, down, and around the tree in ceaseless 

 activity. We saw a number of black and red squir- 

 rels, clambering among the limbs of the trees, or run- 

 ning about on the ground, in pursuit of the nuts that 

 had fallen the previous season. There was no lack of 

 life off here in the woods and on these beautiful islands, 

 and all seemed to be busy and happy. We landed on 

 the south point of the island for the night. The side 

 of a large boulder offered a convenient location for a 

 temporary shantee, which we soon built, and gathered 

 spruce branches for a bed, and wood for our smudge. 

 "I've often thought," said my guide, as we lighted 



