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quartette I am left to follow the trail that seemed in 
those days to have no ending. The same years, 
however, have made me some amends. Once again 
there are four of us who spend all our holidays in 
the open. We collect orchids and bird-songs, and find 
new birds and nests, and quest far among the wild- 
folk in our search for secrets and adventures. Some- 
times we go south, and become acquainted with blue- 
gray gnatcatchers and prothonotary warblers and 
summer tanagers and mocking-birds and blue gros- 
beaks, and other birds which we never see here. 
Sometimes we explore lonely islands hidden in a maze 
of sand-bars, and discover where the terns and the 
laughing gulls nest; or we find wonderful things wait- 
ing for us on mountain-tops or hidden among 
morasses and quaking bogs. 
Two years ago we decided to follow Spring north. 
First we welcomed as usual the spring migrants and 
the spring flowers in April and May. When the sky- 
pilgrims had passed on, and the lush growth of sum- 
mer began to show, we traveled northwards to the 
top of Mount Pocono, the highest mountain of our 
state, and found Spring waiting for us there. The 
apple blossoms were just coming out and the woods 
were sweet with trailing arbutus. There we found 
the nests of the yellow-bellied and alder fly-catchers, 
solitary vireos, and black-throated blue and Canada 
and Blackburnian warblers. As once more Summer 
followed hard on our heels, we took passage and trav- 
eled to a lonely camp in northern Canada. The sec- 
ond day of our trip we overtook Spring again, and 
