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is seldom heard and then recognised by those 
only who know the bird well or actually see it 
in the act of singing. It is a rapturous, 
jubilant, tumultuous utterance which would 
seem to emanate from a temperament more 
like that of the bobolink than the shy and 
retiring oven-bird. It is, in fact, a song to be 
associated with a field bird rather than with a 
bird of the woods. This song is usually de- 
livered on the wing, in the same manner as 
that of our Maryland yellowthroat and the 
vermilion flycatcher of the South-West, but I 
have seen the bird thus singing from a branch 
high in a tree. 
Another bird friend always to be heard 
about my camp and surely nesting near by is 
the pewee. A true wood bird, its plaintive, 
somewhat melancholy voice accords well 
with the spirit of the woods, where all is 
subdued and even the flowers reflect their 
environment and are more shy and retiring— 
more delicate also—than those of the fields. 
What a nest this bird builds! No more in- 
viting camp is to be seen anywhere. One of 
the gems of bird architecture, adorned so 
exquisitely with lichens, olive and grey and 
grey-green—rare and beautiful parmeliaceous 
designs,—it delights the eye like an objet 
