and waved. Presently he caught up. He was on his way to dinner. He wanted to know all about where I was going and why. While I was talking to him, I caught a glimpse of a little spider in the grass. stopping quickly we soon found him. I made him come up on my hand, but he was evidently very much frightened at the exper­ience for he scurried away at the first opportunity. To Paul, this did not seem a strange occurrence but to me it was. A spider out in February!
     Presently we both went our own ways.  Mine was toward the big field that fills in the space between Union Street and Gar­field up to the Creamery. I had a hard time in crossing the Painter Road, but by nimbly stepping on ice that lingered in places made by horses hoofs, I effected a safe crossing. In places along the banks here I saw little coloniesof pretty lichen - greenish white stems with bright red caps. In the field beyond were several streams of water running over ice.
     Crossing the Garfield Road, I struck out across a wheatfield, carefully picking my way over ice wherever I found it. In the center of the field was a broad rushing stream, broad because it was spread out over ice that had been