The Rescue of an Old Place 



height and mass, that could not be re- 

 produced by any tree planted in our day, 

 unless, indeed, we had the purse of Miss 

 Catherine Wolfe to spend thousands in 

 moving giants. If it could be had for the 

 asking, I think I should choose a low, 

 wide-spreading Oak rather than a stately 

 Elm, or possibly the view might be im- 

 proved if we had no tree at all, but that 

 effect we have from an upper window, 

 which may have its balcony some day. 

 A dtoriif A whirlwind swept up the valley on the 

 twelfth of August, and very nearly settled 

 the question for us by making a clean 

 sweep, but, luckily, contented itself with 

 two or three great boughs full of apples, 

 which are left hanging now by a slip of 

 bark, in hopes that they may get sap 

 enough through this narrow channel to 

 ripen, but it looks doubtful. 



The same storm made havoc in the 

 garden with such tall Hollyhocks and 

 Poppies as had carelessly been left untied, 

 and then whisked a branch from off our 

 great Elm, and split in two a large Swamp 

 Maple on the other side of the street. A 

 five-minute tornado it was, with pouring 



