258 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
miles the road bends to the left, following the 
east branch of the Oliverian Brook up to the 
spruce forests on Paugus. 
We made our first halt in a dense spruce and 
hemlock thicket and called for birds. They 
came from all quarters until dozens of the usual 
kinds were around us. After a while seven or 
eight blue jays flitted past, one by one, at¬ 
tracted mainly by my hooting. They came 
within easy gunshot and peered at us with sus¬ 
picion and anger in their wicked eyes. They 
are villains in spite of their attractive dress. 
Suddenly they flew with cries of alarm, and I 
saw a large light-colored hawk sweep past and 
alight in a tall dead tree just out of range. 
The dog at this crisis made his appearance and 
rushed back and forth with ill-timed energy. 
The hawk flew a little farther away and was 
on his guard against stalking. The jays also 
vanished, and soon the smaller birds left also. 
Among the latter was one Hudson Bay tit¬ 
mouse. 
In the depths of the spruce swamp the snow 
had not wasted much, and it was soft enough to 
take the imprint of passing feet. We found 
the tracks of a deer, a mink, and a ’coon. 
Foxes, rabbits, squirrels, mice, and grouse had 
been that way also. Several times, in crossing 
fresh fox tracks, I got a whiff of odor which I 
