PAIR OF HERRING GULLS. “ALLOWED ME TO APPROACH” 
CHAPTER X 
AMID NORTHERN SPRUCES AND SEA-GIRT ROCKS 
Deep from its rocky cavertis, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean 
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate anssaers the luail of the forest. 
Longfellow. 
W HENEVER, in making a camera-hunting trip to 
the north, I begin to see the spruces and balsams 
with their pointed tops, I seem to enter a special 
sort of holiday atmosphere. The landscape is full of “ Christ¬ 
mas-trees.” They are characteristic of the north, and I am 
conscious of being in a northern latitude. The air feels colder, 
whether it really is so or not. Indeed, I can almost imagine 
that the branches of the trees are laden down with snow, and 
that it is the Christmas season. I associate these trees, too, 
with the dearly loved mysteries of the migratory northern 
