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soil. It is a pleasure t» me to see the clean rows of cultivated crops, 

 or to see the fields of freshly cut grain standing in neat shocks. 



After the chores are finished, it is a pleasure to hitch up the favorite 

 horse and drive to town, or through the country to see what others are 

 doing. In the long winter evenings we can read and make out plans for 

 the coming season's work, while we have plenty of fine apples to eat or 

 good music to hear at some jolly social gathering. 



I am on the farm because it is the most pleasant life to live. 



Gilbert A. Prole 



QUOTATIONS 



" I am accustomed to regard the smallest brook with as much interest, for the 

 time being, as if it were the Orinoco or Mississippi, and when a tributary rill empties 

 into it, it is like the confluence of famous rivers I have read of." 



" Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so 

 much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because 

 it is so sincere. It never cheats ine, it never jests, it is cheerfully, musically earnest. 

 I lie and rely on the earth." 



" The sweetest-scented life-everlasting has not lost its scent yet, but smells 

 like the balm of the fields." 



" The very sunlight on the pale-brown bleached fields is an interesting object 

 these cold days. I naturally look toward it as to a wood fire. Not only different 

 objects are presented to us at different seasons of the year, but we are in a frame 

 of body and of mind to appreciate different objects at different seasons. I see 

 one thing when it is cold and another when it is warm." 



"Nature is moderate and loves degrees. Winter is not all white and sere. Some 

 trees are evergreen to cheer us, and on the forest floor our eyes do not fall on sere 

 brown leaves alone, but some evergreen shrubs are placed there to relieve the eye. 

 Mountain laurel, lambkill, checkerberry, wintergreen, etc., keep up the semblance 

 of summer still." 



" Nature makes no noise. The howling storm, the rustling leaf, the pattering 

 rain are no disturbance. There is an essential and unexplored harmony in them." 



Henry D. Thoreau 



