250 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
The narrow ridge which forms the top of 
Bear Mountain is blockaded by fallen timber. 
Squirming through the tangle, we saw all the 
views and then sat down in the sun on piles of 
spruce branches and ate our lunch. Having no 
water, we quenched our thirst by mingling snow 
with our bread and eating them together. As 
we ate and rested, looking across a wooded 
valley toward Carrigain and the Franconias, a 
flock of white-winged crossbills alighted above 
our heads and talked to us. Several were rosy 
males in the perfection of plumage. Many 
more siskins came and went, and so did a flock 
of four red nuthatches and several kinglets. 
Our descent was rapid and amusing. We 
plunged downward from tree to tree with long 
strides and slides, sometimes falling, often 
coasting faster and farther than we wished. 
Three more flocks of crossbills, many dozens of 
siskins, and a scattering of nuthatches glad¬ 
dened us as we pushed down the slopes. A 
hawk, too, came quite near to us, soaring at 
last so as to clear the mountain’s crest. He 
was rather small, and very quick and jerky in 
his wing motions. He circled from left to right 
in small curves. 
While walking home on the railway we were 
fortunate enough to call to us a small flock of 
pine grosbeaks, five or six only, and having no 
