A "Board Walk" of the Woods 



moments in their midst. For instance, 

 I never saw a lot of children having 

 any more fun than did a thousand 

 newly-fledged moths yesterday morn- 

 ing. I don't know what they were. 

 I don't care particularly as to that. 

 They had mouse-colored wings, orna- 

 mented with dark spots. They would 

 measure perhaps a trifle over an inch 

 from tip to tip as they fluttered about 

 in the tall grass and wild-flowers be- 

 neath the oaks. They apparently 

 avoided the open sun, and the more 

 adventurous among them made occa- 

 sional explorations away up among the 

 leaves of the trees overhead. Great 

 journeys, those, I imagine for such 

 frail, tiny people! For one of these to 

 rise from the grass-roots nearly to the 

 top of a good white oak was some 

 record altitude, I should say, in that 

 particular world. They did not stop 

 to feed or rest so long as I remained 

 with them; just danced and frolicked, 

 fancy free, their little hour, as plain a 



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