20 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW [16:1— Jan., 1920 



I never saw such steep banks for such a little brook. There were 

 birch, red oak and shag-bark hickory trees along here, just about 

 holding on to the rocks. Farther up were a lot of bass-wood trees 

 and we could tell the mountain maple trees from any other maples 

 by their long, pointed leaves. Pretty soon the banks became 

 more sloping and were covered with a lot of slate- stone, dirt and 

 dead leaves because the brook had found the rock too hard to 

 work away very quickly. So here there was room for a lot of trees 

 and old ones, too. It looked like a regular patch of woods. The 

 pine and hemlock trees were tall. Away up in their tops we saw 

 some yellow and gray warbler birds. Warblers stay in tall trees 

 a lot and these like evergreen trees. We heard a bully song here, 

 a real clear whistle. Wish I could whistle like that. It was a 

 wood-thrush and it was so brown you would hardly see it. It had 

 dark, wedge-shaped spots underneath. Sis says all the shy birds 

 live here. There's one called the Louisiana water thrush that 

 sang so much that Sis thought he must have a nest in the gorge. 

 He's brown, too, and he shot up the gorge so fast I couldn't see 

 him so Sis' bird-book for mine tonight. 



We had to cross Stewart Avenue, finally, and we walked along 

 the edge of the gorge on down hill, its even deeper below Stewart 

 Avenue and there are a lot of small falls and rapids. We had to 

 go through the backyard of Greystone House and the folks had a 

 statute of a fat boy at the edge of the gorge. He was sitting and 

 looking at a bunch of pink daisies and Sis started to rave about how 

 cute it was. I couldn't see it and was glad when she let up and 

 showed me a deserted warbler's nest at the end of a low branch 

 of one of the trees near by. It was like a very small, round cup 

 covered with moss and lichens. Near the flowers we spied a moth 

 that looked like a bumble-bee but he was only a faker flying around 

 in the sun. 



Pretty soon there wasn't any gorge at all and when we reached a 

 mud road down in the woods there was just the brook flowing under 

 the bridge. When we crossed the road we had the surprise of our 

 lives. The brook had turned into a narrow falls with more than an 

 eighty foot drop I guess. And part of the falls was stopped up 

 with a cement wall to make a pond at the top. We saw a lot of 

 queer-looking ducks in another pond below us so we hurried 

 down the path to it. Sis seemed to know who lived there and she 

 was excited about the ducks. Do you know there's a man down 



