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sionally great crested flycatchers were observed; while in the thickets 
were yellow warblers, Maryland yellowthroats, chestnut-sided and black 
capped warblers, towhees, and indigo buntings. 
After a leisurely drive, we arrived at Geneva Lake, Wisconsin, 
where we took dinner. At about one-o’clock we proceeded around the 
lake toward Williams Bay, stopping at charming little Lake Como, 
where we secured a few photographs of some marvelously beautiful wild 
crab trees in full bloom, located on a sunny hillside, glowing in a riot 
of exquisite color against the green background of the sloping pasture. 
Passing on through Williams Bay, we stopped at the Yerkes Observa- 
tory, where we called for a few moments on Professor Frost, whom we 
found on the veranda of his delightfully situated home adjoining the 
Observatory grounds, overlooking beautiful Lake Geneva. Upon learn- 
ing that we had no mission other than to spend a few hours enjoying the 
woods, waters, and fields and welcoming our old friends among the 
birds, we were accorded a hearty welcome; and the professor, in spite of 
his misfortune of greatly impaired eyesight, showed us personally about 
the grounds, identifying and pointing out to us flowers and shrubs of 
especial interest or beauty, evincing a true love of birds and trees and 
Howers, as well as an accurate knowledge of ornithology and botany, 
which convinced us that knowledge and study of the wonders of myriads 
of other worlds revealed by the wonderful telescope had in no measure 
prevented him from fully appreciating and enjoying the beauties of our 
humble mundane speck in the universe. 
We were loth to leave, but the wander-spirit was in our veins; so in 
mid-afternoon we motored on through the hills and past bountiful farms 
toward Belvidere, Lllinois, our destination for the night. Here, again, 
we were most hospitably entertained by old-time friends. A shower 
during the evening freshed the earth and caused the fields and woods, 
on our departure in the following morning, to give forth an indescribable 
and elusive odor which to me is sweeter than rare perfume, and a tonic 
to every sense. 
As we approached Rockford we found the character of the landscape 
growing more hilly, with more woodland showing on the distant ridges. 
Leaving Rockford, we did not follow the usual highway to Oregon, as 
we were told that we would have to make a detour and would not find 
the roads in the best condition; but instead, we drove south and east 
through beautiful hill country toward Grand Detour. Rich and fertile 
farms stretched as far as the eye could see on either hand; orchards, 
fields, and hillsides glowed with color; while in nearly every farmer’s 
dooryard lilacs, columbine, iris, poppies, and other early summer flowers 
brightened the gardens and borders. The entire drive presented to view 
an unrivalled panorama of beauty, peace, and prosperity. 
At Grand Detour we enjoyed a fine chicken dinner, and were fo 
tunate in meeting acquaintances from Evanston and Glen Ellyn who 
