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 happy. I must find it out -- since it is there -- and I could not be happy if I did not find it; -- but if dere was no truth to be found, I could make myself more happy in some ozer way." The fine corners of the young man's mouth shewed that he thought Mr. Herder was a little confused in his philosophy. "_You_ think one ought to live to be happy, don't you, Mr. Rufus?" said Miss Rose. "No!" said Rufus, with a fire in his eye and lip, and making at the same time an energetic effort after a difficult branch of huckleberries, -- "no! -- not in the ordinary way!" "In what way then?" said the young lady with her favourite pout. "He has just shewed you, Miss Rose," said Winthrop; -- "in getting the highest huckleberry bush. It don't make him happy -- only he had rather have that than another." "Let us have your sense of the matter, then," said his brother. "But Mr. Herder," said Elizabeth, "why do you want to find out truth? -- what is it for?" "For science -- for knowledge; -- that is what will do goot to the world and make ozer happy. It is not to live like a man to live for himself." "Then what _should_ one live for," said Elizabeth a little impatiently, -- "if it isn't to be happy?"