OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



tail, or the olive hack of the white-throated green 

 warbler, or the brilliant chestnut-sided warbler dis- 

 appearing among the branches of the trees is a pleas- 

 ure, but a tantalizing one. Here "these fascinating 

 sprites of the tree-tops," as Mr. Chapman calls them, 

 were within fifteen feet of us, in the bright light of 

 noon-day, perfectly fearless, apparently unconscious of 

 our presence, stepping delicately hither and thither or 

 clinging to low shrubs like pendent jewels. Here the 

 unmistakable and well-named black and white warbler 

 consorted with the more somber Kentucky; there the 

 chestnut crown indicated the palm warbler; and be- 

 yond, a group of Canadians with their jetted neck- 

 laces over yellow. Beside us the Cape May warbler 

 expanded his striped chest, and that gray bird, turn- 

 ing, disclosed the black throat and yellow spots of the 

 golden-winged. As we named each new one we felt 

 new sensations of delight, or if we did not recognize 

 one, out must come the notebook for a minute de- 

 scription. The splendid Blackburnian once seen can 

 never be forgotten. But the wonderful bit of the sky 



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