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perched upon the trunk of this friendly tree, 

 about twenty feet from the ground, I would 

 sit for five minutes, looking off across the 

 country to see if anything out of the ordinary 

 was doing. Perhaps in the mowing, beyond 

 the pasture I would spy a woodchuck sitting 

 erect, looking for all the world like a small 

 black stump, or maybe I would discover a 

 hawk sailing high up in the heavens. If so, I 

 would watch the big bird and try to discover 

 what he was hunting. 



Further on, the trail led by great clumps 

 of raspberries! and blackberries. At these 

 spots, I always stopped for refreshments. 

 Only those who have tasted the wild fruit 

 directly from the vine or bush, know its de- 

 licious flavor. 



Still further on the trail led into a maple 

 grove and this was the beginning of the sweet 

 green woods. In this maple grove I loved to 

 linger, for it was the sugar bush. 



It did not take much imagination to see 

 the trees each with a painted bucket dan- 

 gling upon its side, or to hear the musical 



