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headed vireo, who sang, “See, see me-e. See me, 
you! you!” His whole song is in couplets. The 
Artist said that my rendering was too imaginative, 
and that what the bird really said was “‘Che-wee — 
che-woo, che-wee — chu, chu,” which perhaps is 
more accurate. 
Through appalling swamps and tangled thickets of 
rhododendron we were led by the Banker, who had 
highly resolved not to return without a sight of the 
golden-crowned kinglet’s nest. Once we came to a 
large spruce in which had been cut, in the living 
wood, great square holes like those in bar-posts. 
On one side we counted five, on another three, 
while on the opposite side were no less than ten, 
with a new one on the top cut right into the solid 
heart-wood. It was a feeding-tree of the great 
pileated woodpecker of the North, a magnificent 
black and white bird with a scarlet crest, nearly the 
size of a crow. All that morning we searched in vain 
for the kinglet’s nest. Only as we came back to the 
cabin at noon for lunch, were our hopes raised. 
As we walked down the trail, not a hundred yards 
from the cabin-entrance, in a spruce tree, the Banker 
spied a great hanging nest made of wool and lined 
with feathers, from the top of which flew the only 
golden-crowned kinglet which we saw that day, with 
the orange patch on the top of his tiny head edged 
with black and yellow. The nest was empty, but 
the Banker felt that he had made the great discovery 
of his life and discoursed learnedly on the industry 
of this tiny bird, which could find and carry such a 
