West Va. May 1874 Below the same song noted at Petroleum we descended (with much pain & difficulty) and discovered its author as I suspected in Octon opinions. The song is said 'the most beautiful by all odds, that I have heard here, possessing that plaintive sweetness so characteristic of the songs of Pass. Nicaea which indeed it resembles very closely many way. The bird after singing for some time from the top of a lofty sycamore down into a clump of low bushes when I had a good chance to watch him! His long tail which he kept continually jisking about, gave him a very different look from J. Baltimore, and his note was so like the one of Dr. Pheniccaus that we both agreed we could see no difference; his colors were conspicuous & unmistakable. By this time the sun had set, & the gloom of twilight was fast creeping on the valley: the clank of the cow bells began to have a broomy sound, the last red bird was just finishing his song with a few good night chips to his mate became silent, when suddenly a whip poor will struck up from the wood below us, a bat whirled by on flickering wing, the shrub jipe of the hykes.