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— that is, a thin piece of paper birch-bark 

 stretched between two small sticks — I 

 brought a half dozen blue jays in the 

 trees above our heads, where they bobbed 

 about screaming, with open beak and quiv- 

 ering wings. How I wished they were 

 Canada jays ! 



A few crossbills crossed the sky above 

 the spruces. These crossbills I found far 

 from tame ; in fact, so wild that but in 

 one instance was I sure which species 

 they were. Perhaps the mildness of the 

 weather was the cause of their unsocia- 

 bility. The Presidential Range could be 

 seen splendidly that morning. A dis- 

 covery that puzzled me a good deal 

 when walking up the logging road down 

 which were the frozen waters of a brook, 

 was that from the bottom half way up 

 the hillside the ice remained hard all 

 day, while farther and higher up the 

 road it melted after ten o'clock in the 

 morning. 



Our drive to the station was much more 

 pleasant than the one to the farm on the 

 night of the twenty-sixth. We started at 

 half after one o'clock, in the same double 

 wagon. As on our first trip, the Andros- 



