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ing for the third westerly Summer House on the bor- 

 ders of the Large Lake. 



Up to this point, you have passed on the left, Euro- 

 pean linden (about opposite the snowball), two beau- 

 tiful little English hawthorns (about opposite the sil- 

 ver lindens), Norway maple (opposite the Forsythia), 

 European linden (diagonally opposite the Cornelian 

 cherry), Scotch elm (Uluius Montana), about oppo- 

 site the spot where the Walk sends out its arm to 

 the Summer House. A little further on the Walk 

 forks again, a short branch leading to the left close 

 to the Bridle Path, the other drawing you along 

 through mazy tangles of interlacing shrubs and over- 

 arching boughs, beside still waters which sleep amid 

 nooky peninsulas and floating islands that lull the 

 spirit into peace and melt the city away through the 

 mists of their leafy scenes. This is one of the most 

 beautiful parts of the Park and is so loved by birds 

 that you cannot wander here in the leafy months 

 without getting sight of many a wing flash. There 

 were a pair of yellow billed cuckoos I watched one 

 summer at home in their nest near here, and many a 

 time have I seen the scarlet flash of the red-winged 

 blackbird skimming these silent waters or watched the 

 king bird spread his white belted tail from the rustling 

 tops of some of these lakeside bushes. At every turn 

 the landscape artist has made for the rambler here 

 vistas of marvelous beauty. Walk here in autumn 

 when the stripping winds have bared the trees but 

 to build leaf bridges over these quiet coves or come 

 later when the frost first kisses them and prisons the 

 floating leaves in glass. 



