io8 The Alps in June. 



have returned to the land of misty meadows and 

 miry ways. 



But we must now leave these woods and 

 pastures, and descend to the deep valley of the 

 Hasli-thal, where we shall end our journey at 

 Meiringen. If, instead of following the ordinary 

 path, we skirt along the heights to the north 

 towards Hasliberg, and so keep in cooler air, 

 enjoying endless views, we shall finally descend 

 by a very steep winding path, which is the only 

 means of communication between the population 

 of the valley and that of the higher slopes. In 

 the willows and hazels among which this path 

 winds, and also on the opposite side of the valley 

 on the way to Rosenlaui, I have always heard a 

 little warbler whose voice was quite strange to 

 me. More than once I have done all I could to 

 obtain a good sight of it ; but the restless caprice 

 of these little birds, who flit rapidly in and out of 

 the bushes while the ornithologist waits with his 

 head in a burning sun, only to lose sight of the 

 tiny creature the moment the glass is upon him, 

 defeated my purpose of finding out his species 

 beyond the possibility of error ; and Anderegg 



