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which could be visited later on in the 

 season, when the young crows are hatched 

 out. 



Each season calls for a pilgrimage to 

 the woods and each is as different as 

 four acts of a drama. 



Summer-time gives us wealth of life. 

 No matter where you go, life is creep- 

 ing, crawling, stretching up to the light. 

 Leaves, wild flowers, grasses, briars, and 

 ferns all swell with life, and breathe it 

 forth upon the fragrant air. 



But the season when one can find out 

 most about the wild creatures in the 

 woods, just how they live, and what they 

 were doing last night, is winter. There 

 are not as many birds or squirrels about 

 then as in the warmer seasons, but each 

 tells his life story in the soft snow when- 

 ever he goes abroad. 



It was one of my keenest boyhood 



