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brown creepers and black and white warblers 
—sidle down the hemlock columns which 
lead from the upper world to the nether one, 
poking and prying into the crevices and intent 
upon their quest. Occasionally a redstart 
makes an aérial dive, his orange wing and tail 
patches showing as he performs some grace- 
ful evolutions. Or a pewee darts after a 
miller flitting in the twilight, capturing it 
with a plainly audible snap of the bill, and 
returning to a twig to melt into its environ- 
ment as it utters a plaintive pewee note. 
Suddenly the whole wood rings with the 
penetrating voice of the ovenbird, and be- 
comes as suddenly silent again. 
One misses on Cape Ann the bloodroot, 
hepatica and spring beauty, and among the 
birds, the house wren, chat, tufted titmouse, 
martin, yellowthroated vireo, and I may say 
all of the thrushes. For though the hermit, 
veery, and olivebacked pass through as 
migrants I have not found any thrush other 
than robin and bluebird nesting on the Cape, 
nor do I remember to have seen a wood 
thrush. The chewink and the catbird are 
perhaps as characteristic as any of the sum- 
mer birds. Of the warblers, the black and 
white, blackthroated green, yellow, chest- 
