Down North and Up Along 
fields are left behind, the road takes a turn to 
the left and runs some distance into the land, 
following a very noisy water-course which 
rushes through a glen at the right and which 
is so far down that only the tops of the trees — 
maples, birches, and oaks — whose roots are at 
its level, reach to the road where we journey. 
Much of the time we cannot see it through 
the intervening foliage, but again we catch 
glimpses of bright, hurrying water. 
This is one of those mossy-banked roads 
one remembers with such pleasure ; and at a 
brook which crosses it we stopped one day 
for dinner, that we might be rested and re- 
freshed for the difficult passing of Smoky, 
with its wonderful views and its terrifying 
precipices. Over a camp-fire such as we had 
now learned to make with skill, we prepared 
a tempting meal of broiled " American " bacon. 
Cape Breton potatoes stewed in milk, hard 
ship's biscuit, French pickles, and a cup of 
coffee. For dessert we had " capillaire " ber- 
ries, exquisite store of which we found adorn- 
ing the mossy bank near which we rested. 
" Capillaire " is the pretty name there given 
to our snowberry, the daintiest darling of our 
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