FRESH FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW 



ET down the bars. Corn-gath- 

 ering is over. Now Star and 

 Spot, and Brandy and Daisy, 

 Sook, the bell-cow, and frisky 

 young Blossom shall leave 

 their short grass for the corn-field's rich 

 luxuriance, there to crop and nuzzle, and 

 frisk and low, till the winds blow chillest 

 winter. There they may choose 'twixt the 

 green herb and the dry. What cow of good 

 taste loves not the picking of the field? 

 The fine fresh shucks are toothsome indeed. 

 Besides, are there not plenteous tidbits of 

 nubbin surprises, now and then, of the full 

 ear overlooked ? 



All serve to sauce and savor the lush 

 green rye. Sown in August through the 

 standing corn, its green mat hides the earth 

 stands high about the ankle rich, ten- 

 der, full of juice, a very paragon of pastur- 

 age now that the frost nips hard. 



Here, in shelter of the corn-stalks, his tooth 



