IO4 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



Seeking tho food he eats 



And pleased with what he gets 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither ! 



Here shall he see 



No enemy 

 But winter and rough weather. 



We commit ourselves to the uncertainties 

 of an unknown path which opportunely 

 presents itself, and plunge into the intri 

 cacies of the wood. The trees and shrubs 

 are all in leaf, but the leaves like Little 

 Buttercup are young and tender, inviting 

 to reckless experiment with teeth and pal 

 ate, 



Seeking the food he eats 

 And pleased with what he gets, 



that we may be prepared, if peradventure 

 we be lost in the wood, and forced to seek 

 sustenance from sources hitherto untried. 

 I do not advise too free an indulgence in 

 this sort of investigation, however, by those 

 who have not already some knowledge of 

 the organic world in its unsophisticated in 

 digenous forms. But there may be great 

 possibilities here. Did not Lorelei teach us 

 on Cape Cod last summer that the limpets 

 upon the shore were dainties to be prized, 

 and did I not seriously meditate housing 



