36 LAND OF THE LINGERING SNOW. 



much by night in its company. A chipmunk, 

 finding the mouth of his hole free from snow, 

 had come out from it into the driveway and 

 made a few scampering circles where the snow 

 was shallowest. 



As we n eared the edge of Newton, we saw a 

 downy woodpecker with his red cap on. In the 

 swamp beyond were grouse tracks, and foot- 

 prints of a man and dog. Both the latter had 

 been running, and I fancied the dog had started 

 a rabbit which the man had hurried to head off 

 at a point where a wood-road rounded the corner 

 of the hill. Soon after crossing the Newton line 

 we turned toward the southeast and walked 

 rapidly back to the top of Bellevue Hill. Wa- 

 chusett and Monadnock greeted us from the far 

 horizon, and a marvelous blending of bay, city, 

 park, suburban settlement, and untouched na- 

 ture surrounded us on every side. Fortunate 

 Boston, to be girdled by such diversified and 

 picturesque country ! The view from this hill is 

 readily gained by walking from Highland Sta- 

 tion, and it seemed to me more charming than 

 that from Blue Hill. 



The last pleasure of the day was in exploring 

 the hemlock woods at the Arnold Arboretum. 

 Thanks to an arrangement with Harvard Uni- 

 versity, the people of Boston have the use of 

 this beautiful estate for all time. While its 



