IN QUEST OF BAVENS 45 



boy a trout-brook is better than all the toy- 

 shops. The good man and his wife (New 

 York State people, who had moved here 

 twelve years before) treated me most hospi- 

 tably when I came to know them, but on 

 this first morning, having far to go, I went 

 by without calling, pausing only to note the 

 chebec of a least flycatcher, which seemed to 

 be at home in their orchard trees. Its name 

 is still Number 60 in my North Carolina 

 list. 



Another bend in the road, and I came 

 within sight of the first of two mills. These 

 had figured at considerable length in my 

 chart of directions, and near them, as I now 

 remember, I fell into some uncertainty as 

 to how this chart was to be interpreted. I 

 turned aside, therefore, to inquire of the 

 second miller ; but before I could reach him 

 a blue yellow-backed warbler began singing 

 from a treetop ; and as he was my first spe- 

 cimen here, I must out with my opera-glass 

 and find him. The miller surveyed my pro- 

 ceedings with unashamed curiosity, but he 

 answered my questions, none the less, and 

 for still another stage I kept on with the 

 comfortable assurance that I was headed for 

 Turtlepond. 



