120 BOULDER REVERIES. 



to the owner whether the living mulberry pos- 

 sessed an inherent life and beauty more valuable 

 for other uses than fence posts. That use and 

 fitness was uppermost in the mind of the farmer 

 and life gave way to death at his command. 

 Thanks to the God of Nature and the protecting 

 spirits of the woods my boon companions, the 

 black oak, the white oak, the poplar, the water 

 beech and the maple, still surround and shelter 

 my bosom brethren, the boulders. 



The cackle of the flicker is the only bird 

 sound loud enough to be heard above the sough- 

 ing of the breeze. The boom of nature's artil- 

 lery comes up from the southwest where the 

 dark clouds are banking. 



A terminal moraine must have been dumped 

 on this slope, or rather on this area, for the 

 slope was not then in existence. In addition to 

 the two boulders which are beside me, another 

 lighter gray one is above and to my right, while 

 a much larger one rests twenty-five feet farther 

 down the incline. I also note that the red oak 

 has grown above one of granite, the roots of the 

 oak in one place looping around and pressing 



