Vireo, Philadelphia, 189, 190; red-eyed, 18, 72, 116, 144, 159, 170, 210; solitary, 8, 66, 68, 72, 117, 148, 189, 191; warbling, 120; yellow-throated, 115, 214. Warbler, bay-breasted, 72, 73, 87, 94; Blackburnian, 86, 87, 94, 135; black-and-white, 104; blackpoll, 72, 142; black-throated blue, 126; black-throated green, 72, 189; blue yellow-backed, 127, 216; Canada, 101, 230; Cape May, 94, 102, 103, 106, 107, 111, 198, 217; chestnut-sided, 72, 73, 170; magnolia, 101, 127, 144; mourning, 112, 128; myrtle, 68, 72, 143, 144, 189, 211, 240; Nashville, 127, 189, 213; Tennessee, 41, 92, 101, 102, 103, 105; Wilson’s black-cap, 114. Woodchuck, 61, 86, 96. Wood pewee, 169, 214. Woodpecker, arctic three-toed, 14; downy, 68; golden-winged, 16, 68, 72; hairy, 41; pileated, 45, 99, 156, 183, 193, 234. Wood-sorrel, 167. Wren, winter, 10, 57, 72, 90, 117. The Riverside Press _Electrotyped and printed by H. O. Houghton & Co. Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A._ FOOTNOTES: [1] The species was not new. A Maine collector had anticipated her, I believe. Whether _his_ name was given to the flea I did not learn or have forgotten. [2] The _Atlantic Monthly_. [3] “I named it Tom’s Finch,” says Audubon, “in honor of our friend Lincoln, who was a great favorite among us.” [4] But the brightness of red-maple groves at this season is mostly not in the leaves, but in the fruit. [5] Yes, he has even been seen (and “taken”), so I am told, at the summit of Mount Washington. [6] No, the line is Coleridge’s:-- “the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes.” [7] So I was relieved to find all the Franconia white-throated sparrows introducing their sets of triplets with two--not three--longer single notes. That was how I had always whistled the tune; and I had been astonished and grieved to see it printed in musical notation by Mr. Cheney, and again by Mr. Chapman, with an introductory measure of three notes: as if it were to go, “Old Sam, Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody,” instead of, as I remembered it, and as reason dictated, “Old Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody.” I am not intimating that Mr. Cheney and Mr. Chapman are wrong, but that my own recollection was right,--a very different matter, as my present experience with Tennessee warblers was sufficient to show.