50 THE NAUTILUS. 
While going toward the “Summit,” how truly beautiful were the 
rustic wooden bridges over which we passed, and the cool-looking, 
shaded, rainbow-tinted and trout ladened streams. How the saucy 
big blue jays scolded when we ventured too close to their nesting 
places! Then there were numerous tiny golden-breasted wild 
canaries; how beautifully they did sing! The peacock-green 
throated humming-birds were busy flying hither and thither, ab- 
stracting the honey from the delicately scented flowers. Cotton-tails 
would occasionally be seen running frantically across the broad road 
and hiding among the heavy brush, so that they would not fall vic- 
tims to the many hawks and red-necked buzzards which appear at 
all times to hover overhead. 
The beach, bluffs and Duxbury Reef. 
Several times we came across a flock of mountain quail. The 
minute we were observed by them, they would take to the wing. 
The noise caused by their flying resembled greatly an immense buzz 
saw revolving with great rapidity and cutting through heavy timber. 
When we reached “the ridge,’ we were rewarded by a superb 
view of the surrounding country. Nota particle of fog was within 
sight. The atmosphere was as clear as crystal. The view covered 
an expanse of scenery which could not be emulated for picturesque 
variety. Mountains, forests, lakes, valleys, rocks, straits and capes, 
cities, towns and villages spread themselves in a magnificent panor- 
ama. 
