The Autumn Wood-Path 



pet-weed, witch-hazel, moth mullein, knot- 

 weed, thorn-apple, and ladies' tresses. 



The autumn wood-path, if you follow it 

 far enough up the hills, comes to an end in 

 a mountain pasture, surrounded by a tum 

 ble-down rail fence. And here we may fitly 

 leave it, swallowed up in brakes and rasp 

 berry bushes. Nobody now living knows 

 where it originally ended perhaps at some 

 old-time logging-camp far up beneath the 

 shadow of Tahawus's peak, or perhaps it 

 was part of an Indian trail that never 

 stopped until it had connected Albany with 

 the Algonkin villages on Lake Champlain. 



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