12 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



III. 



THIS has been a typical autumn day ; 

 glittering and cool in the morning with 

 high wind ; thermometer fifty -six degrees ; 

 a clear blue sky gradually flecked with 

 passing clouds ; then heavier and denser 

 masses, becoming more and more numerous 

 until the whole heavens formed a leaden 

 vault in delicately shaded tones, with here 

 and there a break from time to time, 

 through which the bright sun lighted up 

 for a moment the tinted landscape. 



I started to explore the woodland road 

 wherein darkness overtook me last week. 

 Passing through the village street, the fra 

 grance of the late apples carried me back 

 at once to the great show at Chicago. You 

 cannot help remembering, if you were not 

 so unfortunate as to have missed it, that 

 the most refreshing experience at the Fair 

 was a walk through the fruit-lined passages 

 of the Horticultural Building, the delicious 

 odour of the ripe fruit appealing more 

 directly to your sense of bien-etre than 



