242 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
After ^trolling through these woods and along 
the edge of Sabba Day Brook for an hour we 
turned towards home, treading in our previous 
footprints and thus avoiding crashing through 
the brittle crust of the snow. On reaching the 
spot where the owl had hooted, I used my 
metallic bird whistles and drew a crowd of 
chickadees, kinglets, nuthatches, and blue jays. 
Then I hooted, the jays scolded noisily, and 
soon the owl replied. He came nearer by de¬ 
grees, I hooting occasionally, he frequently. 
Finally he alighted in a tree just over us, but 
saw us at once and flew away. I continued 
hooting and he replied again, and came back 
within sight. Whenever he moved, the jays 
pursued him scolding, and they were still watch¬ 
ing him when we resumed our march towards 
home. 
