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sonian chickadees on his way up ? No, he missed 

 them both on this trip, though he has met them 

 elsewhere in the mountains. You drop an inno- 

 cent remark about the thrushes, and he says, 

 " Are you Mr. So-and-So ? " There is no deny- 

 ing it, and when he pronounces his own name it 

 proves to be familiar ; and a good talk follows. 

 Then he starts down into the Alpine Garden, — 

 you charging him to be sure to eat some of the 

 delicious cespitose blueberries on the descent, — 

 and ten minutes afterward he turns up again at 

 your elbow. He has left his friend, and has 

 hurried back to tell you of a sharp-shinned hawk 

 that he has just seen. You may put the name 

 into your Mount Washington bird list, if you 

 will. 



So the days pass — no day without a new 

 acquaintance. If you and one of the local ed- 

 itors start down the trail to the Lakes of the 

 Clouds after a Sunday-morning breakfast, you 

 find yourselves going along with three Baltimore 

 gentlfimen, who have walked up from the Craw- - 

 ford House the day before (" "Well, we arrive ! " 

 you remember to have heard the leader exclaim, 

 as his foot struck the hotel platform), and are 

 now on their return. 



They introduce one another to you and your 

 companion, — Dr. This, Dr. That, and Dr. The 



