Turning I went on. In several places I found great bunches of beautiful silvery green moss. Coming to the edge of the woods I climbed a fence and started out across an ice covered corn-field. Just ahead were a couple of wild pinetrees. On coming up, I found a road running between them. I was at a loss to know where I was, but I spent no time in finding out, for the sensa­tion of not knowing exactly where you are is too rare a one to be too quickly dispelled. A downy woodpecker was busy searching for food in an oaktree. A Bluejay flew into a nearby tree with a few preliminary screeches. Evidently he did not know I was below or he would never have alighted so close. I clapped my hands sharply and up he flew in great alarm. The Bluejay always seems to be greatly alarmed over something whether there is anything to be alarmed at or not and spares no pains to let the whole woodland know it. Indeed, the more listeners he has the larger becomes his tale of alarm.
     Beyond the road was another cornfield, over which I slowly walked. Again to-day the desire to wa1k along as slowly as possible was in me and so I merely sauntered along, taking no heed to direction. Nearing another fence, my attention was at -