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their house, and that she and her husband had seen it 

 there on several occasions. I was rather skeptical, and 

 told her I thought that it must be a Maryland yellow- 

 throat. Mrs. Swan meekly acquiesced in the theory that 

 she might have been mistaken; but two or three days 

 afterward she sent me word that she and Miss Weekes 

 had seen the bird again, had examined it thoroughly 

 through their glasses, and were sure that it was a yellow- 

 throated warbler. Accordingly on the morning of the 8th 

 I walked down and met them both near Mrs. Swan's 

 house, about a mile from Sagamore Hill. We did not 

 have to wait long before we heard an unmistakably new 

 warbler's song, loud, ringing, sharply accented, just as 

 the yellow-throat's song is described in Chapman's book. 

 At first the little bird kept high in the tops of the pines, 

 but after a while he came to the lower branches and we 

 were able to see him distinctly. Only a glance was needed 

 to show that my two friends were quite right in their 

 identification and that the bird was undoubtedly the Do- 

 minican or yellow-throated warbler. Its bill was as long 

 as that of a black-and-white creeper, giving the head a 

 totally different look from that of any of its brethren, 

 the other true wood-warblers; and the olive-gray back, 

 yellow throat and breast, streaked sides, white belly, black 

 cheek and forehead, and white line above the eye and 

 spot on the side of the neck, could all be plainly made 

 out. The bird kept continually uttering its loud, sharply 

 modulated, and attractive warble. It never left the pines, 

 and though continually on the move, it yet moved with 

 a certain deliberation like a pine warbler, and not with 



