The Rescue of an Old Place 



ing their slender white stems as the sea- 

 blasts strike them. Now that we have 

 stopped mowing and pasturing, we find 

 clumps of Bayberry and Chokecherry 

 bushes coming up under the tumble-down 

 old rail-fences between us and our neigh- 

 bors, so that these last are already high 

 enough to shade the boys when, tired and 

 hot with play, they throw themselves upon 

 the ground under their grateful protection. 

 jr or on t h e summit of the hill there is level 

 space enough, inside our line, for a tennis- 

 court, from which you can look for a mile 

 across the meadow to the tree-clad hills 

 beyond, and the clustered houses and 

 masts of the harbor, half-buried in trees, 

 and seek for the blue line upon the high 

 horizon that indicates the sea. 



Straggling paths, worn by careless feet, 

 lead up the hillside in those pleasant, 

 meandering ways that indicate the foot of 

 man, and, in imagination, we see them 

 shaded by the Birches and Pines that we 

 have hopefully planted along the borders ; 

 for, in moving our trees with the surround- 

 ing sod, we usually brought along these 

 close companions ; the Pines and Birches 

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