New Walks in Old Ways 



picture of innocent, unshadowed hap- 

 piness as earth affords. That night a 

 roaring, blinding wind-and-rain storm 

 tossed and tore and soaked the grove 

 and its underbrush into a sodden 

 jungle, and today I could find no trace 

 of the joyous crowd of yesterday. 



You can see just as much of interest 

 on this walk through the woods on the 

 way to Dumbiedykes as around the 

 Marlborough-Blenheim, if you only 

 have eyes to see, and understanding. 

 If you don't believe it, try it. 



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