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weeds and nettles, this pure, cool, lovely land- 

 scape will come to me, and the fresh clean wind 

 will blow courage into my soul. 



The beach invites our thirsty company. A 

 little well is dug just at the water's edge and each 

 dry throat is satisfied. Then the big boy and 

 his chums suddenly disappear behind a distant 

 dune to do the thing that any proper man would 

 rather do than eat take a swim. Instantly we are 

 barefooted and running in the other direction 

 along the hard smooth beach just on the wet 

 side of the wave marks. Far we go, scaring a 

 leggy little sandpiper nearly to death, and then 

 we throw ourselves down in the shadow of a hill 

 to burrow in the warm sand and watch the queer 

 little sand-spiders burrowing too. When the 

 boys appear around the curve we decorously 

 return. Quickly the lunch is out and con- 

 sumed, except what is prudently withheld for 

 supper-time. 



In the autumn, the tangles of wild grape-vines 

 among the dunes will be heavy with spicy flavor. 

 You will eat the grapes to your heart's content, 

 and you will carry back your pails and baskets 

 full, for all the aroma of this beautiful day will 

 be in each glass of the jelly that Mother will 

 make. 



