512 TREE SPARROW. 



versation, when the pipings of two or three frogs would suspend their 

 entertainment. At early dawn they were all on the alert, and if the rising 

 sun announced a fine day, group after group would ascend in the air, 

 and, with joyful feelings, immediately proceed towards their breeding- 

 places in the distant north. 



I followed them as far as the Magdeleine Isles, saw some in Newfound- 

 land, and all the countries between it and Maine, but did not find a single 

 individual in Labrador. On the islands above mentioned I saw them ar- 

 riving in flocks of from five to a dozen, flying widely apart. They dived 

 towards the ground, and at once threw themselves among the thickest 

 coverts of the tangled groves, where, although I could hear their single 

 <:hip^ I could seldom see them afterwards. Their flight is more elegant 

 and elevated than that of most of our Sparrows, and they pass through 

 the air in rapid undulations, more regular and continued than those of 

 any other bird of the genus, except the Fox-coloured Sparrow, 



On opening several of these birds, I found their stomach to contain 

 very minute shell-fish, the remains of coleopterous insects, some hard seeds, 

 small berries, and grains of sand. 



Many of the Tree Sparrows breed in New Brunswick, in Nova Scotia, 

 and, I have reasons for believing, in the northern portions of the State of 

 Maine. A nest given me by Professor MacCulloch, had been found a 

 few feet from the ground, on the horizontal branch of a fir tree, not far 

 from the stem. It was principally formed of rough grass, and lined with 

 fibrous roots, hairs of various quadrupeds, and some from the horse. It 

 contained five eggs, of a uniform deep blue, so closely resembling those 

 of the ComiTion Chipping Sparrow, that, had they not been much larger, 

 I might have concluded them to be those of that bird. I suspect that, in 

 a country where the summer is so short, the Tree Sparrow seldom if ever 

 breeds more than once in the season. 



When we returned to the United States late in August, the Tree 

 Sparrows with their young were already moving southward. A mere 

 intimation of the rich chestnut colour of the head of the adult in sum- 

 mer was seen. They had already tuned their pipes, which sounded in 

 my ear as their affectionate farewell to a country, where these sweet little 

 creatures had met Avith all of happiness that their nature could desire. 



The pair represented in the plate, and which have been placed on a 

 twig of the Barberry bush, were procured at Boston. The drawing from 

 which it has been copied was made by my youngest son. 



