covered with ice over which the merry water rippled, sparkling in the sunshine. At the risk of wet feet I waded across the ice to the bare turf on the other side. A pond of ice at one side attracted my attention and thither I proceeded. At its head was a watering trough, fed by a pipe that came from out of an over­hanging bank. The overflow side of the trough was a mass of ice, under which the water fell with a roar as it struck, rock beneath. Out the other end of the pond were the remnants of a small dam which were overgrown with grass. On the other side of these the creek shot over the ice, and then rushed merrily westward in a small hollow.
     To the east was a woods at one end of which was a huge yellow gash in the earth. I was about to proceed in that direction when I caught sight of a mysterious looking woods to the north. So I decided to go ther, coming to the former woods on the return. The brown fields here were livened by bunches of red rose-bushes with here and there the brighter red of the fruit. Here it was that I first caught a momentary earthly smell in the breeze that was deliciously springy. I soon came to a road, the mud of which decided for me, that I could not go to the woods to the north. Turning I now proceeded in the