Warbler:-- Blackburnian, 126, 128, 195, 240, 255. blackpoll, 127, 196. black-throated blue, 121, 126, 180, 240, 254, 255. black-throated green, 23, 195, 255. blue yellow-backed (parula), 45, 123, 195, 223, 230, 248, 258, 265. Canadian, 121, 126, 240. Cape May, 261. cerulean, 236, 251, 255, 258, 265, 267, 268, 271, 281. chestnut-sided, 126, 132, 195, 196, 255. golden-winged, 21, 51, 126, 193, 195. hooded, 125, 155, 254. Kentucky, 125, 127, 156. magnolia, 235, 263. myrtle, 127, 195, 196, 255. Nashville, 269. pine, 23, 195. prairie, 23, 127, 206, 230, 266. redpoll, 195. summer yellow (golden), 127, 195, 278. worm-eating, 178, 195. Whippoorwill, 5, 59, 231, 247. Woodpecker:-- downy, 196. hairy, 241. golden-winged, 159, 196. pileated, 32, 48, 180, 246, 250. red-headed, 241. yellow-bellied, 180. Wren:-- Bewick, 126, 148, 198, 202. Carolina, 126, 231. house, 150, 198, 203, 275. winter, 155, 198. Xanthorrhiza, 189. FOOTNOTES: [1] “Do come” and “did come” are proper enough; why not “done come”? And in point of fact, this common Southern use of “done” with the past participle has its warrant in at least two lines of Chaucer: in _The Knightes Tale_ (1055):-- “Hath Theseus doon wrought in noble wise,” and in _The Tale of the Man of Lawe_ (171):-- “Thise marchants han doon fraught her shippes newe.” If a ship is “done loaded,” why may not a carriage have “done come”? Idiom is long-lived. As Lowell said of the Yankee vernacular, so doubtless may we say of the Carolinian, that it “often has antiquity and very respectable literary authority on its side.” [2] If I seem to have said too much about the vulgar question of something to eat, let it be my apology that for a Northern traveler in the rural South the food question is nothing less than the health question. A few years ago, two Boston ornithologists, who had undertaken an extensive tour among the North Carolina mountains, returned before the time. Sickness had driven them home, it turned out; and when they came to publish the result of their investigations, they finished their narrative by saying, “Few Northern digestions could accomplish the feat of properly nourishing a man on native fare.” On my present trip, a resident physician assured me that the native mountaineers, living mostly out of doors and in one of the best of climates, are almost without exception dyspeptics. [3] See especially an article by Mrs. Olive Thorne Miller in _The Atlantic Monthly_ for June, 1896. [4] All things go by comparison. “I always lived in the country till I came here,” said my driver to me one day. [5] The great “war governor” and senator of North Carolina was born among the mountains of the State; and from what I heard, he seems to have left his name “to be found, like a wild flower, All over his dear country,” as truly as Wallace ever did in Scotland.