Dales heard two staves from the ruby-crowned kinglet, there is something about their vigorous lively warble of this bird that pleases me almost as strongly as of homesick memories I had in California was awakened by the song of this little friend, heard amongly the pines forests of the principal forests at about 5000 altitude. Unlike most birds, he has no geographical races, and is the same everywhere in his wide range, 300 miles broadly from the limits of the northern forests to the south ern limits of snow. Always lively, always merry, not stopping to sing, but running and fluttering thrice as he searches in the crevices of the bark for eggs or insects that would help destroy the tree but for him. He should be awarded a medal for an un- motivated pleasure benefit.