motes ot tbe 



acres of woodland. Bird life has certainly a 

 hard time of it these latter days. But there is 

 a pleasant phase of this subject wherein death 

 plays no part. It is something to be serenaded 

 when sitting at your camp-fire, after supper, while 

 smoking a contemplative pipe. But let me go 

 back a few hours. All day long, my companion 

 and I had tramped over 



Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; 

 Shallow brooks and rivers wide ; 



or, to be more exact, had tramped until we reached 

 the river. Just before sunset, we walked to the 

 headquarters of the farm upon which we had been 

 squatting. It was well we did. Not that we had 

 any unlooked-for score to settle, but because we 

 had a delightful opportunity to indulge in anti- 

 quarian research. Prehistoric archaeology had 

 been the serious business of the day, but now we 

 were playing. What we are so little apt to find 

 in most localities occurred here in abundance 

 the original house with its original furnishings: 

 a quaint house, built of hewn logs and chinked 

 with stone and snow-white mortar ; or shall I not 

 say, a huge fireplace with a small house surround- 

 ing it ? This fireplace measured six feet in width, 

 five feet to the base of the mantel-shelf, and was 

 three feet deep. The chimney-throat was two 

 and one-half feet by one and a half, and the chim- 

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