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ager and Redeye and Yellowbird, with broken notes from Indigo 

 Buntings and Robins and Wrens. The warblers had been all 

 but silent, and when you came upon one who had something 

 to say his song was broken, as much as you could expect being 

 a lisp from a Magnolia, a shattered trill from a Canadian or the 

 faintest nasality from a Black-throated Blue. Not only had 

 they been as a rule silent, but I had come upon only one or two 

 a day. Here in the Cardinal swamp I was at once aware of 

 many, from dartings between birch and wild-apple, and from 

 broken bits of song and twitters on all sides. There must have 

 been a hundred birds about, more than I had seen in any one day 

 for a month, save where swallows were gathered on the wires pre- 

 paring for their southward movement. The Black and White 

 Creepers were most in evidence. There were young and old of 

 them, some in half song, and all twittering and scolding. The 

 next bird I identified was a young Chestnut-sided Warbler, 

 rather unlike his brilliantly arrayed father of June; the next 

 was another Chestnut-sided Warbler, and the next and the next. 

 Then I saw Redstarts, flirting out their fantails as usual when 

 on the move. There must have been a family of them at least, 

 all in subdued colors. Then I came upon a Nashville Warbler, 

 a rare bird about here, and previously come across only in the 

 September migration. There were several of these natty fellows, 

 bright yellow below and dark ashy and olive-green on their 

 backs, and with prominent eye-ring of white. They moved 

 about more slowly than most warblers, with something of the 

 deliberation of the Redeye, who soon nosed in among them. 



With the warblers was a family of Chickadees, the father, 

 moth-eaten from his moult, still phoebeing as he secured prov- 

 ender for his family. More active than any of these busy little 

 fellows, warbler or Titmouse, were the Hummingbirds, busy as 

 bees about the many cardinal spikes in the dry wallows. A 

 Song Sparrow, songless, fluttered about among the meadow- 

 sweet, and a great clumsy Flicker stumbled over his feet under 

 the tall huckleberry bushes, making as much noise as if he 

 were a magnified Chewink. This completed the list of birds 

 within the swamp, but from the wild-apple thicket that wedged 

 into the tall gums and poplars and oaks of its environs a 



