Another—Flexibly modulated, as if pronouncing the words below.
Note.—The Robin is continually varying his notes; so that the two specimens, as given above, may be considered but the theme upon which he constructs his melody.
SONG OF THE WARBLING VIREO. (V. Gilvus.)
SONG OF THE RED-EYED VIREO. (V. olivaceus.)
SONG OF THE GOLDEN ROBIN. (Icterus Baltimore.)
THE OLD WELL.
On a bright April morning many years ago, a stout, red-faced old gentleman, Geoffrey Purcill, followed by several workmen bearing shovels and pickaxes, took his way to a little knoll on which stood a wide-spreading chestnut-tree. When they reached the top of the knoll, the old man paused a moment and then struck his gold-headed cane upon the ground at some little distance from the trunk of the tree, saying, "Dig here."
The workmen looked at each other and then at their master.
"It would be useless to dig a well here, Sir," said one of the workmen, very respectfully,—"no water would ever come into it."
"Who asked for your opinion?" inquired Geoffrey, in an angry tone. "Do as I bid you;—the well shall be rigged here, and water shall come into it."
The man ventured no further remon-
