20 BOULDER REVEKIES. 



a farmer, or at least to be the owner of a farm. 

 The odors of clover which I have gathered in 

 the years gone by have all belonged to other men. 

 I have stolen them, but they missed them not. 

 As long as a man steals only that which is im- 

 palpable and which is never missed he can not 

 be called a thief. I, perchance, during the sum- 

 mer months, gather more real wealth from this 

 old woods-pasture, with its maples and oaks, its 

 prickly ash and iron weeds, its blue-grass and 

 boulders, its song of bird and odor of clover, 

 than does the lawful owner; yet the wealth 

 which I get is not to be measured by the money 

 of man. 



IV. 



June 24, '99 



I would an idler be, 



Roaming from shore to shore the sea of life; 

 Full of the joy of hope and love, 

 And free from strife. 



Such was the theme or vagary call it what 

 you will which ran riot time and again through 

 my brain, as I this morning trod the old familiar 

 pathway leading to this, my boulder hillside. 



