174 A WEEK ON WALDEN'S RIDGE. 



but affords substantially tbe same magnifi- 

 cent iDrospect. Near it, in the woods, stood 

 a newly built cabin, looking badly out of 

 place with its glaring unweatbered boards ; 

 and beside the cabin stood a man and 

 woman in a condition of extreme disgust. 

 The man had come up the mountain to work 

 in some coal-mine, if I understood him cor- 

 rectly ; but the tools were not ready, there 

 was no water, his household goods were 

 stranded down in the valley somewhere (the 

 hens were starving to death, the woman 

 added), and, all in all, the pair were in a 

 sorry plight. 



Here, as at Signal Point, I made an addi- 

 tion to my local ornithology, and this time 

 too the bird was a hawk. We were stand- 

 ing on the edge of the cliff, when a sparrow 

 hawk, after alighting near us, took wing and 

 hung for some time suspended over the 

 abyss, beating against the breeze, and so 

 holding itself steady, — a graceful piece of 

 work, the better appreciated for being seen 

 from above. Here, also, for the first time 

 in my life, 1 was addressed as a " you-un." 

 "Where be you-uns from?" asked the 

 woman at the cabin, after the ordinary greet- 



