3 



In Touch with Nature. 



discern them, in fields beyond, returning from the 

 hunt. Every potsherd is a perfect vessel ; the 

 coals are glowing; the spears are mounted on 

 their slender shafts ; deer and turkeys hang from 

 the giant ash-tree near. This, my fancy, the 

 heap of broken stone, of bone and clay, veritable 

 traces of troglodytes. 



