102 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



&quot; Look here, upon this picture.&quot; 



Is it possible that I have permitted seven 

 months to pass without a second visit to 

 Kattlesnake Mountain ? Even so ; and 

 again a stiff breeze is blowing, but laden 

 now with the odours of spring, and full of 

 the promise of the summer days. As we 

 climb the mountain side, Phollis and I, we 

 are greeted now and again by the fragrance 

 of apple blossoms, by the spicy breath of 

 the cedars, exhaling their rich aroma at the 

 solicitation of the warm sun, by the mint 

 which we crush beneath our feet, by the 

 thousand mingled perfumes of tree and 

 shrub and herb which surround us, and of 

 the earth from which they spring, with its 

 carpet of dried leaves. 



The notes of many birds come to us 

 through the branches, and we see them 

 fluttering from tree to tree, occasionally 

 showing a bright wing sparkling in a slant 

 sunbeam. Song-sparrow, Maryland yellow 



