202 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
quite capable of freezing the love of life out of 
one’s vitals. Feeling as buoyant as a cork, I 
clashed off after breakfast in search of something 
high to climb. An overcoat was unbearable, 
and my jersey was dispensed with by ten o’clock, 
leaving me comfortable in ordinary indoor cos¬ 
tume. The air seemed full of life-givihg qual¬ 
ity, joy, health, hope. So thought the titmice, 
robins, tree sparrows, juncos, and kinglets, all 
of which were noisy and full of motion. 
Speeding past the lakes, I stopped for a mo¬ 
ment in my own orchard to lament the death of 
an osprey which I found at the foot of an apple- 
tree, where some hunters had left him. It is 
fortunate that all animals have not man’s pro¬ 
pensity for killing merely for the sake of killing. 
Here was a bird of beautiful plumage, wonder¬ 
ful powers of sight and flight, measuring only 
five inches less than six feet from wing tip to 
wing tip, practically harmless, and by no means 
common in these mountains, yet after being shot 
merely for love of murder, his body was left 
where it fell, to feed skunks and foxes. Small 
wonder that creation seems out of joint wherever 
man’s influence extends. 
My next stopping-place was the lonely lake, 
now more lonely than ever, for not a bird flew 
among its trees, and not a fin stirred in its green 
waters. Upon its mossy bank, marvelous to 
