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barrier by the Grimsel or the St. Gotthard, and 

 take my station at the head of one of these passes, 

 in the highest ground of the great trench, and 

 there to look about me, and also to make inquiries 

 about the 'Vogelzug.' Accordingly, after leaving 

 the lake of Lucerne, I turned in the direction of 

 the great valley of the Aar, or Haslithal, which 

 leads up to the Grimsel Pass, knowing that at 

 Meiringen, which lies in the flat of it, not far from 

 its issue into the lake of Brienz, I should be 

 able to see almost in a single walk what summer 

 migrants were still to be found in it. But I halted 

 for the night at the beautiful village of Lungern, 

 in order to enjoy the walk over to the Haslithal 

 in the early morning of the next day ; and here 

 I was met by my old friend Anderegg, who 

 was as eager as myself for a week of diligent 

 observation. 



The next morning was one of those which seem 

 to stir the hearts of all living creatures, urging 

 them to the enjoyment of autumn warmth while it 

 lasts, and to the pursuit of food while it is still 

 abundant. We had hardly entered the first pine- 

 wood when Anderegg detected the querulous 



