12 WOOD NOTES WILD. 
The next morning I heard him sing simply, — 
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Che-way che-chute. 
The morning of the 28th being rainy, I feared I should see 
no birds, but by 9 o’clock the clouds began to vanish, and 
suddenly there were three species within four rods of my 
window,—a flock of snow-birds, a white-breasted nut- 
hatch, and the bluebird. The latter lit upon the stump 
of a small plum-tree, when white-breast lit upon the 
side of the stump and began to dart up and down 
and around, below him. The bluebird was evidently 
puzzled at his friend’s eccentric movements. Shifting 
quickly from point to point, he would peer over in a 
very quizzical and comical manner, as much as to say, 
“How do you do that?” It was a pretty pantomime ; 
and though no music was added to my notes, I was 
grateful for the call. When the silent birds took to 
the air and left me alone again, I could not but exclaim, 
“ How beautiful are birds, and where is the match for the 
blue of the bluebird!” 
Thus far the bluebird sang in the key of D minor, 
I afterward heard him sing in several keys, as here 
represented : — 
