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I am bewildered by the thoughts and suggestions that crowd into my mind." "Let me tell the story briefly, and she can relate the details later on. Here it is: Your fair warbler finds herself afloat, and unintentionally alone with a desperate lover, who demands her heart and hand at the point of a revolver, with the alternative of a death in his arms.
Carter's that's been ill so long. He'd thank you for them, I know. The lad nodded with a guttural sound of assent. Then his new-born scientific ardour seemed to struggle with his rustic costiveness of speech. 'I've been just watching a queer creetur, he said at last hurriedly; 'I b'leeve he's that un. And he pulled out a well-thumbed handbook, and pointed to a cut of the grasshopper warbler.
Her voice went pealing to the domed ceiling as sweet as a silver bell, resonant as a trumpet. When the last note died away, there was a momentary silence. Then the accompanist looked up at her, frankly admiring. "You're some warbler," he said emphatically, "believe me." Behind him the manager's cigar lost its glow. He remained silent.
"You certainly have to remember the laws of Birdland, as well as their exceptions," answered the Doctor; "but when you have once recognized and named a bird you will carry its picture always in your mind, for the Redstarts that you will see when you are very old men and women, will be like the one that is dancing along the walk now." "Why do they call this Warbler a 'Redstart'?" asked Dodo.
Of more interest than any flycatcher of more interest even than the Tennessee warbler was a bird found by the roadside in the village, after we had been for several days in the place.
Again, his mysterious "night warbler," to which he so often alludes, was one of our common everyday birds which most school-children know, namely, the oven-bird, or wood-accentor, yet to Thoreau it was a sort of phantom bird upon which his imagination loved to dwell. Emerson told him he must beware of finding and booking it, lest life should have nothing more to show him.
He was a little dumpling of a fellow, with no hint in his baby-suit of the glory that shall clothe him by and by. But where was the mother? and where had they nested? But for that untimely sneeze, as I shall always believe, they would have made their home in that beautiful nest on the arch, and we should have been there to see. "Hark to that petulant chirp! What ails the warbler?
A warbler entered the tree, and after a while ventured upon the branch where the hummer was sitting. Instead of driving her away he took wing himself, and paid another visit to the apple-tree, a visit of perhaps five minutes, at the end of which he went back to the ash. Then two kingbirds happened to alight in the apple-tree.
His body was clear of the rock and the pack, but there came no other shot from the thick clump of balsam. Nor, for a time, was there movement. The wood warbler was cheeping inquiringly at this sudden change in the deportment of his friend behind the shoulder of shale. The sandpiper, a bit startled, had gone back to the edge of the river and was running a race with himself along the wet sand.
You may have been his friend for years, but the next time you go into the woods he will likely enough put you to shame by singing something not so much as hinted at in your description. I thought I knew the song of the yellow-rumped warbler, having listened to it many times, a slight and rather characterless thing, nowise remarkable.
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