1 1 8 IValks in New England 



hot winds. For indeed in this very stress and 

 splendour of summer even the light zephyrs are 

 distempered, their wings as it were shriveled, and 

 their lips fevered as they kiss our brows. Only 

 where water is do they revive their sweetness and 

 comfort, and in the deep hearts of pines and hem 

 locks, where they roam like bees in clover, these 

 hot hours, stirring the balsamic odours which the 

 sun coaxes forth, and bestowing them on weary 

 men and women. 



The holiday is one of Nature s own adoption ; 

 therefore let us withdraw into her generous society, 

 and be at ease. The country is to be served any 

 day and all days, and for the sanity that brings 

 her good service there is no food better than the 

 forest shades afford. Seen from the coverts the 

 very fervours of the sun bestow their aid. Look 

 out upon the fields that faint in the keen rays, and 

 over the meadows of drooping clover, to where 



&quot; Far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills.&quot; 



Then the wind comes, tossing the trees, bend 

 ing the grasses, and the clouds swiftly sweep up 

 the sky, dark and threatening. Suddenly an om 

 inous silence falls, the rush of winds upgath- 

 ered breaks forth upon the heat and scatters all 

 the warm fragrance of the day; man and all 

 creatures haste to shelter; the birds with quick 



