As lazy as the second path, I chose to follow it.  I had hardly started when I heart the “Cht-cht” of a cardinal.  On looking I saw a pair of them in an oak sapling.  What beautiful birds they are, and how powerfully graceful!  For a short time I followed them, they ever flying ahead of me, until they came to the wood’s edge, where they stopped loathe to leave it.   The call of a cardinal somewhere to the north-east now attracted my attention and I went along the hills edge, with a view to finding the wonderful cheer-giver.  Past the “Twin Chestnuts,” thru tangles of brambles and down around the “Tree of Yellow Apples” I walked enjoying to the full the cardinal’s call.  The woods seemed to actually resound with it, so powerful, strong, and exuberant was it.  Finally I saw where I could descend into the hollow.  The woods down in the hollow here, were wonderfully pleasing to the eye.  Every bush and tree was coated with frost, only to a certain invariable height however, which gave it the appearance of a mist.
     A Peterbird now began to mingle his song with that of the red-bird, and the result was effective. As I crossed the hollow however, and ascened into North Bentleys