later in the day, a bobolink came up from the marsh to say good-by. he had on his travelling suit of striped brown, and you would never have known him for the same gay fellow who during the spring and early summer wore black and buff and sang so heartily and sweetly. now he did not sing at all, and slipped silently from bush to bush, only speaking when he had to. he was a good fellow and everyone disliked to have him go.