THE OOLOGIST 5 
almost impossible to tell which is 
which, (how often have I listened to it 
standing entranced with every nerve 
strained and keeping on watch to see 
the bird when lo’ the male Hooded 
would fly up on some nearby tree and 
break the spell.) The song is so pene 
trating that you can’t tell where it 
comes from. You may think it is over- 
head when it is feeding on the ground 
(where most of its feeding it done) in 
bird) the White-eyed Vireo, Maryland 
Yellow-throat and the chatter of the 
Carolina Chickadee and an occasion- 
al hoot of some Owl comes from the 
distance. Such are the sounds that 
greet you when you enter the haunts 
of the Swainson Warbler. But I am 
getting away from my subject. Now 
if you think you have a soft job be- 
fore you, you are sadly mistaken, for 
the swamp is full of water, (and 
Plate No. 32—“Nest and Eggs of Swai nson’s Warbler in Canes.” 
Photo by Troup D. Perry. 
a few feet of where you stand. While 
you stand enraptured within the 
swamp, the whole scene changes, on 
the right you will hear the clear wais- 
tle of the Cardinal, and now and then 
see one of this gaudy specie fly by, 
overhead the melancholy song of the 
Wood Thrush is heard, and from a dis- 
tance comes the song of the Carolina 
Wren (which can imitate most any 
roots trip you up now and then) Pal- 
metto Gall Cones and a_ growth 
of tangled vines, but one never 
thinks of trouble while after 
eges. Now you commence to hunt. 
Look for any thing that looks 
like a bunch of dead leaves, for the 
nest is nothing more than a mass of 
dead leaves laid in layers to the depth 
of several inches, having a _ rather 
