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spruce (Picea morinda). They are beautiful trees 

 with long sweeping pendulous branches, giving a cas- 

 cade effect to their soft light green foliage. If you 

 see the trees from across the brook, they show a 

 noticeably dusty gray tint through their green. This 

 tint is given by the slightly glaucous touching on the 

 undersides of their needles. You will know the trees 

 almost on sight by their long needles, from one to 

 two inches in length. These needles are four sided, 

 of pale green color, strong, stiffish, curving gently 

 round in a fine arc to the top, which is sharply acute. 

 The path .passes some well grown black oaks by the 

 Farm House and, if you take the left fork, turning by 

 the little shelter, it leads you down through the whis- 

 pering shades of Amergill, beside tinkling waters 

 that have a music all their own. Amergill is a beauti- 

 ful work of landscape architecture, and as you walk 

 through it, you can easily fancy that you are "way out 

 in the country somewhere." But if you wish to catch 

 something of the enchantment of the place come here 

 some soft moonlight night in summer. The foliage is 

 so dense that the moonbeams only break through here 

 and there in patches of silver. All else is darkness. 

 The song of insects make the air vibrant; the breeze 

 comes and goes through the trees with cool rustlings 

 that are refreshment enough ; but over all and through 

 all comes a still small voice, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling 

 time away in drops of silver water. It is the stream 

 stretching its strings like a harp across the face of the 

 rocky glen here, and singing softly to the moonbeams 



