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sonian chickadees on his way up ? No, he missed 

 them both on this trip, though he has met them 

 elsewhere in the mountains. You drop an inno- 

 cent remark about the thrushes, and he says, 

 " Are you Mr. So-and-So ? " There is no deny- 

 ing it, and when he pronounces his own name it 

 proves to be familiar ; and a good talk follows. 

 Then he starts down into the Alpine Garden, 

 you charging him to be sure to eat some of the 

 delicious cespitose blueberries on the descent, 

 and ten minutes afterward he turns up again at 

 your elbow. He has left his friend, and has 

 hurried back to tell you of a sharp-shinned hawk 

 that he has just seen. You may put the name 

 into your Mount Washington bird list, if you 

 will. 



So the days pass no day without a new 

 acquaintance. If you and one of the local ed- 

 itors start down the trail to the Lakes of the 

 Clouds after a Sunday-morning breakfast, you 

 find yourselves going along with three Baltimore 

 gentlemen, who have walked up from the Craw- 

 ford House the day before (" Well, we arrive ! " 

 you remember to have heard the leader exclaim, 

 as his foot struck the hotel platform), and are 

 now on their return. 



They introduce one another to you and your 

 companion, Dr. This, Dr. That, and Dr. The 



