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and extending to the edge of the cliff, where a 
view of miles of surrounding country could be 
obtained, was a line of sharp hoof-marks. A 
deer had walked slowly to the verge of the 
ledge, presumably to survey the landscape. 
The track had been made since the rain of the 
day before, and, for all that I could see, might 
have been made within an hour. While study¬ 
ing it I heard an unfamiliar bird-song remind¬ 
ing me slightly of the Maryland yellow-throat’s. 
The bird was in the thicket. I crept towards 
him, but he retreated, singing at intervals. 
After following for some time, I tried working 
on his sympathies, and “squeaked” like a bird 
in distress. Instantly a flash of vivid yellow 
came through the trees and a magnificent male 
magnolia or black and yellow warbler appeared 
in search of the supposed sufferer. His mate 
soon joined him, as did a junco and two white- 
throated sparrows. The coloring of the mag¬ 
nolias is certainly gay. It includes blue-gray 
on the head, black on the back, canary-yellow 
beneath and on the rump, with white and dark 
bars, stripes, and spots enough on various parts 
of his body to make him as variegated as a har¬ 
lequin. 
While the magnolia warblers are members of 
the Canadian fauna, and seldom seen in the 
breeding season south of the White Mountains, 
