112 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
rows from being starved to death by their ugly 
foster-brother. The white-throat is a dear, gentle, 
little bird. Even its alarm-notes are soft, instead of 
being harsh and disagreeable like those of most other 
sparrows. 
The next day I found a song sparrow’s nest and a 
catbird’s nest, and then in the midst of dark, cool 
woods, where an icy brown trout-brook ran through 
a mass of rhododendron, a thrush suddenly slipped 
away ahead of me out of a clump of rhododendron 
bushes. The light color of the bird and the lighter 
spotted breast marked it as a veery or Wilson 
thrush. On looking at the bush, I saw the nest, a 
rough one made of hemlock twigs matted together, 
and lined with pine-needles with a basis of leaves. 
Inside were four small eggs of a heavenly blue. 
They are among the smallest of all of our pure-blue 
eggs. 
That same day the Artist found a beautiful nest 
of a black-throated-blue warbler, also set in a rhodo- 
dendron bush. The nest was made of the light inner 
bark of the rhododendron, which was of a bright yel- 
low. Inside, it was lined with black and tan rootlets 
so fine that they look almost like horse-hair. These 
are the same rootlets which the magnolia warbler 
uses to line its nest, and up to the present time no 
ornithologist whom I have met has been able to 
identify them. 
“Can you go to Maryland to-day on a bird-trip?” 
telephoned the Banker. 
