92 FOOTING IT IN FRANCONIA 



So much for my first May morning on the 

 Notch road and by the lake : a few particu- 

 lars caught in passing, to be taken for what 

 they are, 



" Samples and sorts, not for themselves alone, but for 

 their atmosphere." 



In the afternoon I went over into the 

 Landaff Valley, having in mind a restful, 

 level-country stroll, with a view especially to 

 the probable presence of Tennessee warblers 

 in that quarter. One or two had been sing- 

 ing constantly near the hotel for two days 

 (ever since my arrival, that is), and Sunday 

 I had heard another beside the Bethlehem 

 road. Whether they were migrants only, or 

 had settled in Franeonia for the season, they 

 ought, it seemed to me, to be found also in 

 the big Landaff larch swamp, where we had 

 seen them so often in June, ten or twelve 

 years ago. As I had heard the song but 

 once since that time, I was naturally dis- 

 posed to make the most of the present oppor- 

 tunity. 



I turned in at the old hay barn, one of 

 my favorite resorts, where I have seen many 

 a pretty bunch of autumnal transients, 



