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rock and log, twisting and turning be- 

 tween steep pine-clad hills toward the 

 southeast. Such a stream with such beau- 

 tiful environment should be clear as crys- 

 tal, but this was not ; it was muddy and 

 tinged with reddish soil, over which it hur- 

 ried. The woods for a mile or more along 

 the eastern bank were of scrub {Pinus vir- 

 giniana) and pitch pine {Pinus rigida), and 

 it was while wandering leisurely through 

 these evergreens that I met two new ac- 

 quaintances, a tufted and a Carolina chick- 

 adee. They, too, were wandering along 

 from tree to tree, searching every crevice 

 in true Parus manner. The tufted, whose 

 perky crest gave him a decidedly piquant 

 air, kept in the upper branches and scolded 

 at my presence in hoarse, an- 

 gry tones, but the Carolinas 

 drew near and called " Chic- 

 adeedee " with seeming in- 

 difference, as if I had not a 

 better friend in the North by 

 the same name. In fact, I 

 had found a double of my 

 best bird friend, and the discovery, in Dr. 

 Hale's words, certainly " undid me." I 

 was pleased, however, to learn that Parus 



