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sheep’s heads thrown out from the 
slaughter pens are picked perfectly 
clean by these birds. The total length 
of the kea is 18 inches, the bill being 
21 inches. There are a pair of these 
birds in the Museum of Natural His¬ 
tory in Central Park, New York. 
A JYATURALIST 
CAJYOEIJVG %00 MILES 
IJV THE ADIROHDACKS. 
BY fallON. 
CHAPTER VIL 
Here we were, twenty miles from any 
settlement, in a regular wilderness of 
trees and lakes. We expected to stay 
here for two three days and the Profes¬ 
sor being taken sick on the second 
day, compelled us to stay longer. 
During this time I was not idle by any 
means but divided my time between 
fishing,cooking, and killing mosquitoes. 
These little pests together with a tiny 
black fly, called in the language of the 
w-oods,‘‘punkies,” made life miserable 
every night until we had thoroughly 
smoked the shanty; and even then 
some of the boldest had the audacity to 
enter and disturb our slumbers. I'here 
were no trout in the lake so 1 
had to put up with bullheads or catfish 
and dace, which were very abundant 
and of large size. Every evening, just 
as the sun was setting, any one by look¬ 
ing up might have seen hundreds of 
chimney swifts circling about in the 
sky above, but where they came from 
and whether they nested in the woods 
or came from some settlement in search 
of the numerous insects, was more than 
I could decide. By the fourth day of 
our stay at Slim Pond the Piofessor 
was much better, and as our stock of 
provisions was reduced to the scanty^ 
proportions of a half a loaf of bread; 
and a lemon, we considered that it was, 
time we were moving, so accordingly.' 
one afternoon we paddled off bag and'! 
baggage to the foot of Slim Pond, and^ 
there took the carry to Stone Pond.'i 
The first quarter of a mile of this carry 
was on rathei peculiar ground. The 
soil seemed to float on the water, and . 
and as we would walk on it, it would : 
bend and sink in a very alarming 
manner, and if by chance you should ■ 
get your leg through you would think 
that it was a good representative oi the 
“slough of despond.” Immense quan¬ 
tities of pitcher plants covered the sui- ‘ 
face of this queer island. We got over 
it safely, however, and in about an hour 
we immerged on Stony Pond, a small, 
uninteiesting body of water about a 
mile long. At the end ol the carry 
night overtook us so we built up a good s 
fire and after having a hearty (?) supper ; 
on bread and lemon, we rolled uj) iny 
our blankets and wer e dead to the w oi ld;* 
around us. J 
CHAPTER VIII. 
“ Hurrah for Little I'upper 1” I sung 
out the next morning, as we came in 
sight of that Ireautiful lake. We had 
risen before the sun and started on the 
carry, and just as he began to gild the 
fops of the trees with light we got into 
our canoes and started for the only hotel 
the lake has, and in fact the only one 
for miles around. Here w'e stayed till , 
afternooia wdien w^e w’ere again on the 
move. Paddling to the loot of Little 
Tupper Lake and through its outlet to 
Round Pond, where we camped for the 
night. Next morning w^e were up earh 
