A VISIT TO MOUNT AGASSIZ 



MOUNT AGASSIZ is rather a hill than a 

 mountain ; there is no glory to be won in 

 climbing it, unless, perhaps, by very small 

 children and elderly ladies ; but if a man is 

 in search of a soul-filling prospect he may 

 climb higher and see less. The road to 

 it, furthermore (I speak as a Franconian), 

 is one of those that pay the walker as he 

 goes along. Every rod of the five miles is 

 worth traveling for its own sake, especially 

 on a bright and comfortable August morning 

 such as the Fates had this time sent me. It 

 was eight o'clock when I set out, and with a 

 sandwich in my pocket I meant to be in no 

 haste. If invitations to linger by the way 

 were as many and as pressing as I hoped 

 for, a mile and a quarter to the hour would 

 be excellent speed. 



Red crossbills and pine siskins were call- 

 ing in the larch trees near the house as 



