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charming bit of country crowded with hills, deep 

 valleys, groves of many kinds of trees, roaring 

 brooks, fern-hung ledges of pudding-stone, and 

 sunny orchards. Birds were numerous. We 

 began with a golden-winged woodpecker in the 

 great trees of the Arboretum ; then a robin ap- 

 peared and snapped his tail at us from the top 

 of an elm. The voice of a blue jay came from 

 the evergreens, and chickadees were everywhere. 

 From the first bare hill we gained a broad view 

 of Boston, the harbor and the country from Blue 

 Hill to Arlington Heights. A fresh west wind 

 and a bright blue sky made everything seem 

 full of readiness for spring and a new period of 

 blossoming growth. Passing Allandale Spring 

 and gaining a ridge beyond, we heard the mew- 

 ing of a large hawk, and presently saw a pair 

 of fine red-shouldered hawks quartering over a 

 meadow, probably in search of mice. They rose 

 and perched for a moment in the top of a tall 

 dead tree. In Walnut Hills Cemetery we found 

 quail tracks under barberry bushes, and pres- 

 ently flushed a bird. We also saw a kinglet 

 in the swamp. Red squirrels, mice, rabbits, and 

 another quadruped evidently very abundant in 

 the region, had made multitudes of tracks in the 

 soft wet snow. Just what this other quadruped 

 was I cannot surely say, but if it was what I sus- 

 pect it to have been, I should prefer not to travel 



