As it was growing late, I now turned southward. Along the east margin of the woods I went. At one place I came upon a field that was covered over with ice, and at a low place, water had accumulated on top the ice, so perfectly still and smooth that it looked like glass. At the far edge of the woods I found a lane that led to a narrow field extending to a huge barn. In this dir­ection I now turned, intending to strike across fields to the Canfield Road on coming to the barn. In this field I heard again that sharp piercing whistle of the strange birds. I looked but nowhere could I see them, the call seemed to come from a fence at the other edge of the field. I walked slowly along, vainly trying to catch a glympse of the author. Suddenly two flew up a1most at my feet, and disappeared in the distance.
     The chirping sparrows now came from the barn ahead. The chirping of sparrow around a barn always has a different sound than when heard in town and especially on grey misty days as to-day. The homely grunt of a hog came to my ears. At one corner of the barn was an open pen in which cows, bulls and hogs were cora­lled. The bull a young one, seemed very much put out at my appearance