274 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
a great deal of exquisite tinting in the shrubs 
of the fields and the forests of the mountain 
spurs. As we strode up the line of yellow mud 
which made the road, our path was bordered by 
shallow snow from which sprung an abundant 
growth of hardback and spirsea. Taken in 
masses, their stems made a rich maroon, some¬ 
what dull near by, but warm and deep when 
seen across an acre of snow. A foot or two 
higher than these small shrubs were viburnums 
and small cherry and maple trees growing along 
the skirts of the forest. Their general tone was 
also dull red, though somewhat brighter than 
the spirsea. The next band of color was ashy 
mottled with dark green, and made probably by 
young birches, poplars, beeches, and hemlocks. 
Then came a belt of fog mingled with snowy 
smoke from the saw-mill, and above that a 
broad band of ashes-of-rose color, formed by 
the upper branches and twigs of the common 
deciduous trees. Above all were the spruces, 
always dark except when the piercing eye of 
the sun reveals the wonderful golden olive which 
they keep for him alone. 
The smoke of the saw-mill showed that the 
timber-eater finds no time for remembering the 
birthday of Jesus. Teams were moving as 
usual, carrying the green lumber down to the 
railway. The men employed to demolish our 
