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glen to fire and' the briers which follow flame. 

 It is always so ; those of us who love nature and 

 the beautiful are only the few, sure to be thrust 

 aside by the many who value bread or riches 

 higher than the fair earth's bloom. 



Leaving the cascade, I climbed the hill over 

 which it fell, until I reached a level terrace about 

 two hundred feet above the river bed. There 

 was no path here, so I simply pushed on north- 

 ward, following the general direction of the gorge, 

 and listening for the .heavy rumble of Indian 

 Brook Falls. The forest through which I was 

 walking closely resembled northern New Hamp- 

 shire timber. Here were white spruces with 

 long, slender, light-colored cones pointing down- 

 wards ; black spruces with dark cones, also pend- 

 ent ; balsam firs with erect purplish cones ; hem- 

 locks, pines, yellow birches, big, clean-limbed 

 beeches, a few maples and poplars, and the moun- 

 tain ash. I saw juniper, but no hobblebush. 

 Hastening through the dimly lighted vistas, I 

 was startled by a loud, angry cry which rang out 

 suddenly among the treetops. I stopped, and 

 peered upwards. Another scream echoed from 

 the hills, and two great birds with fierce and 

 eager eyes swooped towards me, pausing among 

 the branches to watch me with hostile curiosity. 

 Their coloring and size made me confident that 

 they were goshawks. When a smaller hawk, 



