CHAPTER XV 



In the Hunter's Moon 



OF all the seasons of the year that make 

 the heart glad, I know of none better than 

 October, the time of the Hunter's Moon, the 

 season of fulfillment. 



Then all the promises of springtime have 

 been redeemed; then all the treasures of 

 nature are poured into the lap of the glad 

 earth and man has but to eat, drink and be 

 merry. 



Then the corn is stacked in the field, a thou- 

 sand Indian wigwams with golden pumpkins 

 gleaming in between. The barn is fragrant 

 with the new hay. Granaries are full to over- 

 flowing with all the treasures of Ceres, while 

 Pomona's gifts hang bright red, yellow, and 

 green, in all the loaded orchards. 



Even better than these are the walnut and 

 chestnut groves, with hair-raising climbs into 



