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THE SCIENTIST. 
The Maryland Yellow -Throat. 
Out of the host of warblers that yearly 
visit us in the sprino^, en route fur their 
summer breeding-grounds, only a very 
few make this the limit of their north- 
ern flight, and condecend to breed 
among us. 
Going into the woods in the ]*4ttci' 
part of May, after the immenes tidal- 
wave of warblers has passed us by, we 
may rest assured that the warbler- 
voices we now may chance to hear, 
are the voices of those warblers which 
wi]l remain with us for the season. 
Prominent among the utteaances of 
these resident warblers, as one enters 
the woods in the last days of May is 
the simple, pleasing ditty of the YeK 
low Warbler, the more elaberate music 
of the Chesnut-side, the drowsy buzz- 
uzz-uzz of the Golden-winged War- 
bler, and strikingly in contrast to this 
last, the loud tackle-me, tackle-rne tack- 
le-me of the Maryland Yellow-throat. 
i'hese two last mentioned Warblers 
are most at home in low and swampy 
regions, and here their respective songs, 
so strikingly in contrast to each other, 
and so in keeping with the swampy 
surroundings, may be heard thoughout 
the day:-the Golden- wing's so full of 
drowsiness as to indicate that the sino-- 
o 
er is just on the verge of falling to 
sleep, and the Yellow-throat's so loud 
and full of spirit and activity as 
though the singer had but one end to ac- 
complish, and that to keep the Golden- 
wing awake. 
Particularly is the swamp and the 
marsh the home of the Maryland Yel- 
low-throat, you scarcely find him else- 
where. Let him find a swampy, 
boggy, peat-bed, abounding in stag- 
nant pools and moquitoes, and he is in 
his element. 
I was wandering about Just such a 
marshy region as this one morning afc 
five o'clock in search for nests of auy 
kind, when I found my first nest of 
Gleolhlypis. It vvas in the last week 
of May and I had come out from town 
at 4.30 A. M. on my bicycle, to sec 
what the recesses of this swamp and 
adjacent woods might reveal. 
Water was on every hand and 1 
chose the higher, grassy elevations 
along which to pursue my way. 
I had just leaped over a fence, and 
landed, both feet in a ditch of water 
up to my hips, filling my rubber boots 
to the overflow point; and chiding my 
luck, I was turning my water-soaked 
footsteps toward the highway, when, 
aha, a tiny, pmk-footed creature, slip- 
ped out from a tussock of grass at the 
base of a little bush, a few yards 
from me. and flitted into the adjacent 
shrubbery. 
Now, contrary to the custom in 
vogue among most collectors in writ- 
ing about their adventures I am not 
going to relate how "I flew to the 
spot" and '"examined every inch of 
ground" "'in every direction" and 
'•Anally found the nest" which con- 
tained five of "the most beautiful eggs 
of this species that 1 had ever seen." 
No, nothing of the kind, i merely 
found the nest;whether it were an 
easy or a difiiicult task it matters not,- 
and in the nest were five eggs of the 
Maryland Yellow-throat (for such the 
nest proved to be), and although the 
eggs are perfect gems of beauty, 1 
have not the slightest doubt that there 
are hundreds of sets of eggs of this 
species in other collections just as 
pretty, and doubtless, some more so, 
than this. 
I now have in my collection, a nest 
