YELLOW-THROATED VIREO. 295 
the inevitable Cowbird alone excepted.’”” The structure is composed of fine bark-strips, 
flax-like fibres, leaves, bits of paper, and is lined with fine grasses and strips of bark. 
The exterior is very strong and durable, but it does not show such a variety of decora- 
tive matter as the Red-eye’s nest. A few spider nests, now and then a piece of white 
birch bark, compose usually all the decoration the outside of the Warbling Vireo’s nest 
shows. The eggs, three to four in number, are clear white; spotted and often blotched 
with dark and reddish-brown at the larger end. Sometimes there are a few fine spots 
scattered over the entire surface of the egg. 
The Warbling Vireo leaves Wisconsin early in September and south-western Mis- 
souri about Sept. 20. It winters from southern Mexico southward. 
NAMES: Wars.inec VirEo, Warbling Greenlet, Warbling Flycatcher.—Sdngervireo (German). 
SCIENTIFIC NAMES: Muscicapa gilva Vieill. (1807). VIREO GILVUS Bonap. (1824). Vireosylvia gilva 
Cass. (1851). Vireosylvia swainsonii Brd. (1866). Vireo gilvus var. swainsonii Coues (1874). 
Vireosylvia gilva swainsonii Ridgw. (1873). Muscicapa melodia Wils. (1812). 
DESCRIPTION: ‘‘Scarcely distinguishable from Vireo philadelphicus in color and size. A very plainly colored 
bird, without wing-bars, or blackish stripe along side of crown, or decided contrast between color 
of back and of crown, which is bordered by a whitish supraciliary line; region immediately before 
and behind eye, dusky. Under-parts, dull white, with a faint yellowish, sometimes a creamy or buffy 
tinge, shaded along sides with a delicate wash of the color of the back. Bill, dark horn-color above, 
pale below; feet, plumbeous. : 
“Length, 5.00 inches or a little more; wing, 2.80; tail, 2.25 inches.” (Stearns & Coues, “N. E. 
B. L.,” I, p. 200.) 
YELLOW-TAROATED VIREO. 
Vireo favifrons VIEILLOT. 
PuaTE XVI. 
Pretty green worm, where are you? 
Dusky winged moth, how fare you, 
When wind and rain are in the tree? 
Cheeryo, cheerebly, chee, 
Shadow and sun one are to me. 
Mosquitoe and gnat, beware you, 
Saucy chipmunk, how dare you 
Climb to my nest in the maple tree, 
And dig up the corn 
At noon and at morn? 
Cheeryo, cheerebly, chee. ANONYMOUS. 
N THE early days of April, 1886, I had to spend, much against my inclination, some 
q time at River Junction or Chattahoochee, a little village near the Chattahoochee River, 
in northern Florida. Continued rains had swelled the rivers, inundated the lowlands, and 
damaged a number of rail-road bridges. The journey through northern and central Georgia, 
so rich in beautiful scenery, had been very interesting ; so much the more disagreeable was 
the forced stay for an indefinite time in this place, surrounded by apparently interminable 
swamps. I was yearning to see the renowned Suwanee, the majestic St. Johns, to roam 
