THE RETURN OF THE NATIVES. 7 1 



moist retreat to find relief ! Another dark-brown 

 species (Julus Canadensis), although it has so 

 many legs that they appear to the unassisted eye 

 like hairs thickly covering the under parts, is very 

 slow in its movements, and thinks it finds pro- 

 tection in its coils. Here a gross larva of a beetle, 

 upon which these creatures feed, slowly lifts its 

 head to inquire the cause of this disturbance, while 

 a slimy newt wriggles out from its crevice, where 

 probably it was born and has since lived upon the 

 inmates of this decayed tenement. 



While I have been inspecting this stump, my 

 ear has caught the sharp voice of a pine-warbler 

 thrown down from some of these tall evergreens 

 near by. He has a preference for just such locali- 

 ties as this; and whenever his neighborhood is 

 approached he is sure to greet one with his eager 

 and shrill salutation, which, after all, may leave 

 some doubt in the mind as to its heartfelt sincerity. 

 I remain motionless a long time under the tree 

 upon which he is gleaning, in the vain endeavor to 

 capture him with the glass, but the thick foliage 

 and his harmonizing color render it almost as difii- 

 cult a task as searching for the proverbial needle. 

 His eye is on me, however, and if I stir about he 

 at once utters his sharp syllabic protest — che-che- 



