The Rescue of an Old Place 



to our surprise that the green tassels on 

 some of the trees were as long as one's 

 ringer, which gave us a pang lest we were 

 already too late for the best satisfaction. 

 However, as there had been already 



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some six weeks of unprecedentedly dry 

 weather, and signs of rain were in the 

 atmosphere, it seemed that if there was 

 any chance at all, now was our time. We 

 accordingly arranged for a morning among 

 the Pines, and, accompanied by a big 

 farm-wagon to bring them home in, we 

 wended our way along the winding coun- 

 try roads, until we came to where the 

 young trees abounded, and we could select 

 our specimens. 



There is little doubt that the stocky, 

 bushy trees of close, heavy foliage, not 

 more than two or three feet high, are the 

 most likely to live and do well, but there 

 are days when one's ambition outruns 

 one's discretion, and, revolting at the slow- 

 ness of the growth of the little ones, he 

 desires to realize his forest immediately, 

 if only for one summer, and so, like a 

 child who plants his sand-garden with 

 blooming flowers, ventures on a load of 



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