Where Town and Country Meet 



tember will come the first ideal morning to 

 put on one's walking-shoes and start off for 

 an all-day's tramp. Nothing less would ap 

 pease that keen craving in your blood. The 

 miles must ring beneath your walking-stick. 

 It is a joy just to leave them behind you. 



Everywhere there is delight for the eye. 

 Nature has already begun her marvelous 

 frescoing and tessellating process in the 

 leaves of the trees and the herbage of mead 

 ows and marshes. From now until the last 

 of October we shall dwell in the finest art- 

 gallery that was ever opened under the sky. 

 No human brush could possibly create, or 

 even imitate, the splendor of these autumn 

 colors. Take them either in the mass, or in 

 particular and detailed effects, and they are 

 as immensely superior to anything art can 

 produce as sunlight is superior to lamp 

 light. Take a single autumn leaf the first 

 red oriflamme of this maple, for instance 

 and study the texture of the coloring, the 

 marvelously delicate gradation of shades, 

 the richness and gloss of what we might 

 call its color-bloom (something no human 

 painting ever attains to), and the seeming 

 transparency of the pigment. Put it under 

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