110 FIVE DAYS ON MOUNT MANSFIELD. 
I would gladly have stayed longer on the 
heights, but it was pleasant also to be once 
more in the lowlands; to walk out after sup- 
per and look up instead of down, while the 
chimney swifts darted hither and thither 
with their merry, breathless cacklings. How 
welcome, too, were the hearty music of the 
robin and the carol of the grass finch! <Af- 
ter all, I thought, home is in the valley; but 
the whistle of the white-throat reminded me 
that I was not yet back in Massachusetts. 
