stream which was now yellow with sulphur - as we call it - were flat and level and marshy, and from them arose the hills on each side, thickly wooded and steep.  Along the edge of the field I tramped, past great piles of rounded rocks, to the edge of a branch hollow where I stopped again.
     The songs of birds had now come back to me. Among them all suddenly came the wierd call of a nut-hatch from somewhere in the hollow.  It was good to hear him again, and for some time I had ears for him alone. Just as I came up to the little hollow, a rus­tling attracted me to the opposite hill.  There a little alarmed red-squirrel was rustling along among the leaves, pausing every little while to look in my direction.  He soon disappeared but a moment later he came back again running out on a dead log, frisking his tail in a very excited manner, and after crouching here a little while, he again went on, and disappeared for good.  Then while a robin, a crow and a red-bird tried to drown each other out, I went down a path into the hollow again, along which I went, un­til I came out into an open field, beyond which was the Egypt Road at which I stopped a moment to look out over the scene spreading away from me.[i]