WOOD NOTES WILD. "3 
sense of the exclamation. We hoped the wandering 
minstrel would summer in our grove of maples, but 
he passed on, visiting the neighbors as he went, finally 
taking quarters less than a third of a mile away. Nearly 
every day during the season, however, we were greeted 
with at least one vigorous “Hey! chick-er-way, chick- 
er-way, chew!” 
The oriole, when about to fly, gives a succession of 
brisk, monotonous notes, much like those of the king- 
fisher : — 
were? — 
Long after the foregoing sketch was written, having 
decided meanwhile that my study of the oriole was fin- 
ished, one bright summer morning in central New Hamp-' 
shire a bird dashed into a maple directly overhead and 
sang : — 
It was an oriole. 
