worked most admirably, pointing every single bird. From our 
slightly elevated position it was a most interesting if 
somewhat tantalizing sight. 
From this place we rowed about two miles farther 
up stream and then turned our bow homeward. As we again 
entered Fairhaven a thin gray mist had settled over the 
beautiful basin. The surrounding hills were brought out 
in unusually bold relief and looked much higher than common. 
The expanse of water was absolutely without a ripple and 
the moist air rendered distant sounds distinctly audible. 
We could hear a farmer whistling as he worked a mile away, 
and the chirp of crickets came distinctly to our ears 
across the widest part of the bay. A few frogs were 
croaking doubtfully among the reeds and an occasional dis¬ 
tant shot was heard in the woods. For a long time we 
floated aimlessly, reluctant to leave the peaceful beauty* 
of it all, but as the shades of twilight began to fall we 
resumed our oars and glided down the sluggish river. As we 
were leaving the bay a pair of Wood Ducks passed us, flying 
up river and we started a solitary Black Duck. On the long 
reach below Hubbard’s Bridge we found the Teal seen in the 
morning but he flew before we were within range. A little 
lower down a few muskrats forged their silvery ways across 
the dark water —• then our bridge and -- our day on the 
river was at an end. 
