he case
of one or two of the party the more summary way of carrying
the bushes off bodily seemed to be preferred.

"And this is huckle-berry," said Mr. Herder, with a bush in
his hand and a berry in his mouth. "Well -- it is sweet -- a
little; -- it is not goot for much."

"Why Mr. Herder!" said Rose; -- "They make excellent pies, and
Mrs. Landholm has promised to make us some, if we get enough."

"Pies!" said the naturalist, -- "let us get a great many
huckleberry then -- but I am very sorry I shall not be here to
eat the pies wiz you. Pull us a little, Wint'rop -- we have
picked everything. Stop! -- I see, -- I will get you some pies!
--"

He jumped from the boat and away he went up the bank, through
a thick growth of young wood and undergrowth of alder and
dogwood and buckthorn and maple and huckleberry bushes. He
scrambled on up hill, and in a little while came down again
with a load of fruity branches, which he threw into the boat.
While the others were gathering them up, he stood still near
the edge of the water, looking abroad over the scene. The
whole little bay, with its high green border, the further
river-channel with Diver's Rock setting out into it, and
above, below, and over against him the high broken horizon
line of the mountains; the flecked grey cloud and the ripply
grey water.

"This is a pretty place!" said the naturalist. "I have seen no
such pretty place in America. I should love to live here. I
should be a happy man! -- But one does not live for to be
happy," he said with half a sigh.

"One doesn't live to be happy, Mr. Herder!" said Elizabeth.
"What does one live for, then? I am sure _I_ live to be happy."

"And I am sure I do," said Rose.

"Ah, yes -- you, -- you may," said the naturalist good-
humouredly.

"When happiness can be found so near the surface," said Rufus
with a satiric glance at the cover of Elizabeth's book, -- "it
would be folly to go further."

"What do _you_ live for, Mr. Herder?" said Elizabeth, giving
Rufus's words a cool go-by.

"I? -- O I live to do my work," said the naturalist.

"And what is that?"

"I live to find out the truth -- to get at de truth. It is for
that I spend my days and my nights. I have found out some -- I
will find out more."

"And what is the purpose of finding out this truth, Mr.
Herder?" said Rufus; -- "what is _that_ for? doesn't that make
you happy?"

"No," said the naturalist with a serious air, -- "it does not
make me hap