SEPTEMBER TRAMPS 



WHEN the first frost sharpens the air, 

 then come new zest and vigor into the blood. 

 The lover of nature no longer cares to lie 

 on his back and watch the birds and the 

 clouds. The horizontal has lost its charm 

 for him, and he is eager for the perpendic 

 ular the progressively perpendicular. 

 Nothing will satisfy him now but a good, 

 vigorous tramp. He must stretch his legs 

 over hill and dale for hours at a time, re 

 joicing in the fresh energy breathed in 

 sparkling air after a hoar-frost has whitened 

 the grass. 



Give me a crisp September morning for 

 a tramp none of those listless days while 

 summer still lingers in the lap of fall, but 

 one of those electric mornings after the first 

 great change in the atmosphere that comes 

 with the breaking of summer's backbone. 

 It may be toward the last of September, or 

 it may be at the very beginning of the month 

 seasons differ; but some time during Sep- 



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