Where Town and Country Meet 



noiseless bounds. This was the first time 

 I had ever been able to cross the Dug-way 

 swamp on the crust without breaking 

 through. 



Noon found me at the base of Saltash 

 Mountain; and there I lay down on the 

 crust and ate my lunch beside the bowl of 

 a crystal spring, deep down as a little well 

 in its marbled hollow. 



Swinging around in a wide circle to the 

 westward, I then crossed the intervale 

 marshes, now smooth and hard as a tes- 

 sellated floor. In the distance I saw a fox 

 nosing and digging about the tops of some 

 buried tussocks. The hungry fellow knew 

 all too well that there were fat mice housed 

 beneath, but I doubt if he broke his fast 

 on them. 



Late in the afternoon I caught sight once 

 more of the steeples of the town, rosy with 

 the setting sun. The glow seemed a part 

 of my own being, so full of physical exal- 

 tation was my whole body, after fifteen miles 

 of glorious tramping on the roof of the 

 snow. I was not the least bit tired not 

 perceptibly so, at any rate and my blood 

 coursed in my veins with full, warm cur- 



