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a nuthatch, or a wandering partridge from 

 the deep forest. I recognized among the 

 happy congregation of warblers that one 

 met regularly passing through on their 

 long journey, silent -except for an occa- 

 sional whisper, black-throated greens and 

 blues, parulas, magnolias, blackburnians, 

 Maryland yellow - throats 

 and redstarts. NashvilJes, 

 Canadians, black-polls, bay 

 breasts, black and whites, 

 chestnut-sideds, and oven 

 birds one met less often. 

 The loudest voice that 

 cheered this company's progress in such 

 variety of autumnal dress, was the song, 

 unchanged by season, of the red-eyed 

 vireo. The solitary, often by his side, 

 might pipe up too. These bits of song 

 that warm the autumn air are very grate- 

 ful — one often wonders what makes a 

 warbler chance to sing occasionally on his 

 autumn way — perhaps he has run across 

 a leaf that in the spring in all its freshness 

 had yielded up to him a peculiarly deli- 

 cious grub. Man is delighted to find an 

 old familiar landmark of long ago — why 

 should not a bird be } 



