OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



most hopelessly ugly part of the place was 

 transformed into its very prettiest spot. 

 It was suggested to the Meister that he 

 could stock his pond with trout, and add 

 the much-needed variety of an occasional 

 dish of them to our somewhat monotonous 

 mountain fare. But he would none of 

 this. "What!" said he, "first feed a 

 creature, and then eat it? I do not like 

 that idea. I wish one could get on with- 

 out this everlasting killing and eating of 

 meat, but, since that is not practicable, let 

 us at least not devour our friends ! " So 

 the pond still remains untenanted by fish, 

 but other kinds of live things seem to have 

 taken up their residence in it, with the 

 result that we often see little poachers in 

 fur or feathers untroubled by any such 

 scruples of conscience embellishing their 

 dinners at its margin ! 

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