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nest often betrays the degenerating human contact. It is an ad- 
mitted fact that many of the vireos manifest a strange fascination 
for the newspaper, fragments of which are often a conspicuous 
contamination in their motley fabrics, composed most commonly 
of generous strips of white and yellow birch, hornet’s nest, dried 
leaves, grape-vine bark, asclepias hemp, bits of wood and pith, 
and various other ingredients. 
It was this well-known propensity of the bird that won it the 
name of “the Politician” from an ornithological friend of Wil- 
son; an appellation especially given to the white-eyed vireo, al- 
though from my experience the others are equally deserving of 
the soft impeachment. 
How often have I paused in the woods to study the strange 
ingredients of these vireos’ nests, of which I have dissected at 
least a hundred, in many of which the newspaper had formed an 
element. And why is it that I am always led with such eager 
quest—yes, even at the risk of life and limb on one occasion —to 
scan these ragged, weather-beaten fragments of print, as though 
consulting the oracle! ’Tis true they usually disclose but little 
intrinsic reason for their conspicuous preferment, though I do re- 
member one or two exceptional instances; once in my boyhood, 
when I enjoyed a great laugh at the disclosures of one such lit- 
erary fragment, the precise nature of which has escaped me, save 
that it was an advertisement having a comical relation to the 
bird world. But my memory is distinct of having brought the 
editorial selection home in my pocket, where it was subsequently 
forgotten and reduced to pi among the jack-knives, buttons, jack- 
stones, and other usual concomitants of the small boy’s outfit. 
The nest I well remember. It was suspended in a small thicket 
and variously supported by the bend of a bramble and stalks of 
hardhack and meadow-rue. I did not see the birds, as the nest 
was abandoned, and though not a typical vireo’s nest, it was so 
conspicuously decked out with editorials and advertisements that, 
out of respect to Wilson, I was constrained to accept it as a bad 
case of “the Politician.” ; 
It has remained for the red-eyed vireo, however, to reward my 
