110 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
dwarf cornel, or bunch-berry, with its four white 
petals — the smallest of the dogwoods, which grows 
only @ few inches high. 
The first nest was found by me. It was built on a 
foundation of tiny twigs in a bush, and had a two- 
story effect, the upper story being made of fine grass. 
As I came near the bush, a magnificent chestnut- 
sided warbler, with the bay patches on his sides and 
his yellow crown, made such an outcry that I sus- 
pected the nest and finally found it. There were 
three eggs in it and one tiny young bird, smaller 
than a bumblebee. Everywhere grew the beautiful 
northern azalea, of a clear pink with a perfume like 
sandal-wood. The Canadian warbler, with its black 
necklace on its yellow breast, sang everywhere a 
song which sounded like, “Ea-sy, ea-sy, you, you”’; 
and we heard also the orange-throated Blackburnian 
warbler’s wiry, thin notes. 
Near the top of the mountain are two sphagnum 
bogs, difficult to find, but the home of many a rare 
bird. We finally located the larger of these bogs, 
and there the Artist made the great discovery of 
the day. Right out from underneath his foot, as 
he splashed through the wet moss, flew a yellow- 
bellied flycatcher, which gives a note like the wood- 
pewee and whose nest had been found only once 
before in the state of Pennsylvania. Right in front 
of him, hidden in the deep moss, was this long-sought 
nest. It was set deep in club-moss and lined with 
white pine-needles, and contained four pinkish- 
white eggs with an aureole around the larger end, 
