At the north of Bearcamp Water; . y mingling snowwith our bread and eating them together. Aswe ate and rested, looking across a woodedvalley toward Carrigain and the Franconias, aflock of white-winged crossbills alighted aboveour heads and talked to us. Several were rosymales in the perfection of plumage. Manymore siskins came and went, and so did a flockof four red nuthatches and several kinglets. Our descent was rapid and amusing. Weplunged downward from tree to tree with longstrides and slides, sometimes falling, oftencoasting faster and farther than we more flocks of crossbill
At the north of Bearcamp Water; . y mingling snowwith our bread and eating them together. Aswe ate and rested, looking across a woodedvalley toward Carrigain and the Franconias, aflock of white-winged crossbills alighted aboveour heads and talked to us. Several were rosymales in the perfection of plumage. Manymore siskins came and went, and so did a flockof four red nuthatches and several kinglets. Our descent was rapid and amusing. Weplunged downward from tree to tree with longstrides and slides, sometimes falling, oftencoasting faster and farther than we more flocks of crossbills, many dozens ofsiskins, and a scattering of nuthatches glad-dened us as we pushed down the slopes. Ahawk, too, came quitf near to us, soaring atlast so as to clear the mountains crest. Hewas rather small, and very quick and jerky inhis wing motions. He circled from left to rightin small curves. While walking home on the railway we werefortunate enough to call to us a small flock ofpine grosbeaks, five or six only, and having no. CLIMBING BEAR MOUNTAIN IN THE SNOW. 251 red birds in their number so far as I could squirrels were ubiquitous. I think wesaw, or heard the chattering of, at least twentyduring the day. I have been told so often thatchipmunks keep closely housed in winter thatwhen one squealed at me from his hole near thetrack I did not trust either my own ears orthose of my friend. Seeing is believing, how-ever, and a dozen or two rods farther on anotherchipmunk stayed on his log long enough for usto count his stripes and wish him a merryChristmas. We reached home at about half past four,just as the western sky was filled with rosylight by a sun already set. Venus, close to thedark rim of Passaconaway, and Jupiter, in thehigher sky, summoned the stars to their posts,and encouraged us to beg for supper. IN THE PAUGUS WOODS. Just opposite our house, which stood on thenorth side of the road, facing south towardsPaugus, was a black forest of spruces. Intothis we p
Size: 1218px × 2052px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookpublisherbostonandnewyorkho
