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THE PINE SWAMP WARBLER. 



Sylvia sphagawsa. Bo nap. 



PLATE CXLVIII. Male and Female. 



I HAVE met with this homely and humble little Warbler, on the low, 

 almost submersed Keys of the Floridas, about Key West, in considerable 

 numbers. This happened in the month of April. One was caught in a 

 house at Indian Key some days before. In a short time, however, they 

 all disappeared. Like many other species of this extensive and interest- 

 ing family, they seem to cross directly from Cape Florida to Cape Hat- 

 teras, as none were seen in Louisiana, Georgia, or the lower parts of the 

 Carolinas. It is not improbable that it comes from the West Indies, 

 resting a few days on the lower islets of Florida, before proceeding north- 

 ward. In the early part of May, I have found it in New Jersey, as well 

 as in Pennsylvania, particularly in the Great Pine Forest, where I drew 

 a pair of them, and found their nest. During my progress eastward, I 

 saw them frequently. In the State of Maine, I found them exceedingly 

 abundant near Eastport, and on the other islands in that vicinity ; but 

 there their progress appeared to have stopped, for I did not see one of 

 them beyond the Island of Grand Manan, while on my way to Labrador. 



The Pine-Swamp Warbler delights in the dark, humid parts of thick 

 underwood, by the sides of small streams. It is very active, seizing 

 much of its prey on wing, as well as among the leaves and bark of low 

 trees. During the breeding season, the male utters a few clear notes, re- 

 sembling the syllables wheet-te-tee-hu, the last note being the loudest and 

 shortest. At all other times, it is a very silent bird. 



The nest which I found in the Pine Forest was placed in one of the 

 forks of a low bush, not more than five feet from the ground. It was 

 neat, compact, of small size, and formed of moss, stripes of vine-bark, and 

 fibres of a kind of wild hemp, with a lining of fine bent-grass, and a few 

 horse-hairs or fibres of moss. The eggs were five, roundish, of a delicate 

 buff-colour, with a few spots at the larger end, where they appeared to be 

 all collected. The female was so gentle that I put my hand close over 

 her before she moved ; and when she did so, she flew only a few feet, re- 

 turning to her eggs whenever I retired a few yards. The male expressed 

 his sorrow by a low tweet, but made no attempt to molest me. 



