OCTOBER DAYS 



charm of the season. It is well to follow 

 Chaucer's direction: 



"Forthe, pilgrim, forthe, O best out of thy stall, 

 Loke up on high, and thank thy God for all." 



Gates of pearl and streets of gold pale their in- 

 effectual fires before the glories that nature sets 

 on every mountainside and along every coun- 

 try path. He who has eyes to see let him see 

 the glory that surrounds and enfolds him. The 

 wonder of it all ! No leaf is too small, no plant 

 too humble, to fail to respond to nature's call. 

 We think the glory is above our heads, it is 

 also beneath our feet. 



The spectacular effect differs as one stands 

 viewing a mountainside or looking from the 

 level. On the mountainside yellow flames run 

 here and there among the reds and greens, or 

 there may be a marvellous riot of varied yellows 

 mingled with bronzes and browns, making a 

 flat picture. Looking from the level one sees 

 the forest showing three zones of color, also 

 varied, by no means monotonous. The upper 



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