238 AT TEE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
It was but little after eight o’clock when 
we sought sleep and"'found it quickly between 
feathers below and mighty piles of blankets and 
comforters above. 
Untroubled moonlight flooded Swift River 
intervale all night, and there was still more of 
moonlight than of daylight when our host came 
into our room in the morning to light our fire. 
The winter working - costume of our host de¬ 
serves mention. His brown cardigan jacket 
was not remarkable, but his legs were marvel¬ 
ously encased. They began at the body with 
ample woolen trousers, half way between the 
hip and knee gave way to tightly-fitting scarlet 
wrappings which reached to low rubbers, cover¬ 
ing the feet. Nimble of foot, and of wiry frame, 
the wearer of these remarkably unpuritanical 
nether garments was a most enlivening figure 
in the snow. 
Encouraged by our fire, we arose with the sun. 
The mountains in the north were bathed in rosy 
light. Dark as were their forests, each of these 
mountains presented snow - covered ledges, or 
avalanche scars white with snow. Upon these 
white surfaces the sunlight fell with that soft 
blush which makes a winter sunrise so charm¬ 
ingly full of promise. We hastened out of 
doors as soon as dressed, and were at once 
greeted by joyous voices. A red squirrel in 
