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The Connecticut Warbler. 
( Oporornis agillis). 
BY C. M. JONES, EASTFOED, CONN. 
I made my first acquaintance with this bird in 
the autumn of 1880. It was on the 30th day of 
September that I was making my way through a 
large boggy meadow where the grass had not been 
cut and stood fully two feet high, hoping every 
moment to start up something that might be an 
addition to my collection. I was just approach- 
ing the edge where the ground began to rise 
slightly and a different kind of grass grew, when 
up started a bird from the ground and flew a few 
rods into a growth of bushes and small trees. I 
saw her light in one of the trees, where she ran 
along on the nearly horizontal branch very much 
as I have seen the Golden-crowned Thrush do. I 
supposed it was that species and thought I would 
save the specimen for the autumnal plumage, so 
advancing a few paces within reach I fired. But 
on picking up the bird I saw that it was quite 
another species, and took it to be a Mourning- 
Warbler until I noticed the white ring around 
the eye. 
Again on the morning of October 5th, I went 
out for a short ramble, and while walking along 
by the edge of a swampy thicket I saw a bird rise 
from the ground and dart into the bushes. I was 
quite near and could see as she paused for a mo- 
ment, that it was the same species as that which I 
had captured a few days before. I was too near 
to fire, and while backing off she disappeared and 
no amount of searching enabled me to discover 
her again. Going on further to a little swamp of 
about a couple of acres where mosses and skunk 
cabbage and various kinds of reeds grew I waded 
through it near one side and back again near the 
other without starting anything till I stepped out 
onto dry ground, a bay field, when I saw another 
bird rise from the grass and burry into a clump of 
low bushes. Such movements were becoming fa- 
miliar. I waited a long time, and could see the 
bushes move as the bird kept bopping about 
among them, but not a glimpse of the bird her- 
self, though I felt sure that she kept an eye on me 
all the time. At length all motion ceased and I 
finally beat the bushes through, but she had evi- 
dently retreated to a safer place. Somewhat dis- 
appointed I started for home, but concluded to 
take in, on my way, the place where I liad seen 
the other bird. As I came near she started up 
again and was in the bushes in a twinkling. As 
she paused for a moment on a branch, though very 
near, I dropped my gun quite below the. mark 
