up; here the pursued would usually give a defiant chatter and then, the pursuer too close, down they both would go at a merry rate.  Once they both came down the trunk, spirally as usuall, so that they were on the side toward.  The sight of their red bodies rapidly gliding down the black and white bark of the beech was one that I can see yet, in my “inward eye.”  From this tree, they would race along the stream bed, till they came to an uprooted tree, around which they would dash, again up the steep side, and they to another beech to the east.  Here the pursued again would give his defiant chatter, and the pursuer, would come back over the course to the starting point, giving a chatter just as defiantly.  Then the race would begin all over again.
     Presently I sauntered on, reluctantly.  Today I had the one real requisite to the study of nature – a real saunter, usually I walk rapidly on, missing many things.  To-day however, I seemed to have not the slightest disposition to hurry – the more idly and aimlessly I could go the better it seemed.  My way gradually resolved itself into being around Blue Mountain by way of the lane, on over the creek, to the end of Farquar’s