OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



other in glory; when the Virginia creeper trails its 

 scarlet banners over high fences and up lofty tree- 

 trunks, and an infrequent -maple branch flames in 

 autumnal coloring then indeed is the mere motion 

 through this region a delight, and we need no other 

 reward. 



The cattle are grazing in friendly groups or gather 

 under sheltering trees; huge golden stacks of straw 

 are outlined against red barns; a child in gingham 

 frock beside the well dances as she pumps; a white 

 washed schoolhouse at the crossroads turns out its 

 tumultuous flock; an avenue of fine old maples, for 

 which we must thank some early nature-lover, borders 

 the road ; a stately farmhouse built of matched cobble 

 stones half hides within its grove of elms, its orchard 

 and kitchen garden standing in proud prominence be 

 side the highway. Small villages of neatly kept houses 

 shaded by excellent trees follow each other every ten 

 miles or so in this undulating country, while a dim, 

 neglected cemetery beneath huge firs seems to indicate 

 a particularly healthy community. 



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