New Walks in Old Ways 



the pumpkin" and the grain is "in the 

 shock." 



There is no reasonable doubt about 

 it. The spirits of the Red Men do 

 begin skulking stealthily in and out 

 among the trees that skirt the edges 

 of a cornfield just as soon as the leaves 

 turn brown and the soft blue haze 

 appears on distant hills. I have thought 

 sometimes I saw them out on the open 

 prairie lands where so much of the 

 maize of commerce is now grown, but 

 was never quite certain as to that. If 

 you would make really sure of seeing 

 them you must choose a field that has 

 been cleared from what was once virgin 

 forests, or one that is bordered by 

 native timber still standing. Come 

 with me into Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky 

 or Old Virginia, and I will find you 

 many such. 



It is where the lodges were pitched, 

 where bears and wolves and deer, wild 

 turkeys and wood pigeons had posses- 

 sion; it is where squaws once planted 

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