FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 13 



their magnificent size or gorgeous colour. 

 It is well known, by the way, that the 

 sense of smell awakens the memory and 

 recalls the past through association of 

 ideas more promptly than any other. 



The road I was travelling passed, you 

 will remember, to the westward of Rattle 

 snake Mountain. As it buried itself deeper 

 in the wood, it likewise climbed higher, 

 curving round and clinging to the side of 

 the hill, here gently sloping. The fallen 

 leaves, which were soft and moist last 

 week, have now become crisp and much 

 more numerous. Who does not delight in 

 scuffling through them, and in the rustling 

 sound, although this is anything but musi 

 cal in the ordinary sense ! 



The foliage upon the trees has been 

 thinned so much that the hillside shows 

 massive rocks hitherto clothed with verd 

 ure, and from the summit protrudes in 

 bold relief the rugged core of the moun 

 tain. Curving more and more to the left, 

 the path emerged at length into an open 

 field on the yonder side, in the midst of a 

 herd of cattle peaceably grazing there ; all 

 around forest-clad hills, a very flower-gar 

 den in colour, with a depression on the 

 northeast, where, in the middle distance, 



