BERRY-TIME FELICITIES 171 



Then the eyes of the man turned to rest upon 

 that . enchanting prospect : Eagle Cliff in 

 shadow, Profile Mountain in full sun, and 

 the lake between them. The spirit of all the 

 hours I had ever spent here was communing 

 with me. I blessed the place and bade 

 it good-by. " I will come again if I can," I 

 said, " and many times ; but if not, good-by." 

 I believe I am like the birds ; no matter how 

 far south they may wander, when the winter 

 is gone they say one to another, " Let us go 

 back to the north country, to the place where 

 we were so happy a year ago." 



The last day of my visit, the only warm 

 one, fell on Sunday ; and on Sunday, by all 

 our Franconia traditions, I must make the 

 round of Landaff Valley. I had been into 

 the valley once, to be sure, but that did not 

 matter ; it was not on Sunday, and besides, 

 I did not really go " round the square," as 

 we are accustomed to say, with a fine disre- 

 gard of mathematical precision. 



After all, there is little to tell of, though 

 there was plenty to see and enjoy. The first 

 thing was to get out of the village ; away 

 from the churches and the academy, and be- 



