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he stopj)ed his horse and sat up. "You 

 used to be round here, did n't you ? " he 

 asked. Yes, I said, I had been here a good 

 deal, off and on. He thought he remem- 

 bered me. He had noticed me getting out of 

 Mr. Prime's carriage at the corner. " Let 's 

 see," he said : " you used to be looking after 

 the birds a good deal, didn't you?" I 

 pleaded guilty, and he seemed glad. " You 

 are well ? " he added, and drove on. Neither 

 of us had said anything in particular, but 

 there are few events of the road more to my 

 taste than such chance bits of neighborly 

 intercourse. The man's tone and manner 

 gave me the feeling of real friendliness. If 

 I had fallen among thieves, I confide that 

 he would have been neither a priest nor a 

 Levite. May his trowel find plenty of work 

 and fair wages. 



This was on May 22. The next three 

 days were occupied with all-day excursions 

 to Mount Agassiz, to Streeter Pond, and to 

 Lonesome Lake path. With so many hands 

 beckoning to me, the Cape May warbler 

 was well-nigh forgotten. On the morning 

 of the 26th, however, the weather being du- 



