48 ON THE BIRDS' HIGHWAY 



carolinensis had no such plaintive, sweet 

 " Phcebe " note as our blackcap, but that 

 he called " Phoebe-phoebe " in a hurried 

 and vulgar manner. I met a tufted later 

 in the day, and again next morning, when 

 he whistled his loud " Whi-oo-whi-oo- 

 whi-oo " as long as I remained within 

 hearing. 



During my tramp I saw thousands of 

 crows, much more sociable than New 

 England crows. I could walk by or 

 under them but a few yards away without 

 having them flap off; and in the genus 

 Corvus I made another discovery of a 

 new friend, for the woods resounded with 

 the hoarse, young-crow-like calls of the 

 fish crow, and it was only occasionally I 

 heard the good, loud, respectable caw of 

 our northern bird. But otherwise the 

 two species, as far as appearances were 

 concerned, all went under the title of 

 simply crows. One is always glad to see 

 a familiar face or hear a voice he recog- 

 nizes among strangers. Thus I felt toward 

 the juncos and tree sparrows who greeted 

 me on all sides with their familiar song 

 — I heard them above all other strange 

 voices. Bobbing and skulking over and 



