266 THE IRR1 GA TION A GE. 



One, that traversed the district of Condesuyos, meaured be- 

 tween 400 and 500 miles. They were brought from some lake or 

 natural reservoir in the heart of the mountains, and were fed at inter- 

 vals by other basins which lay in their route along the slopes of the 

 Sierra. In their descent a passage was sometimes opened through 

 rocks, and this without the aid of iron tools; impracticable mountains 

 were to be turned, rivers and marshes to be crossed in short, the 

 same obstacles were to be encountered as in the construction of their 

 mighty roads." 



When the Buds Begin to Swell. 



When the buds begin to swell, 

 Nature wakes from icy sleep, 

 Winter sounds its parting knell, 

 Pulsing spring with bound and leap, 

 Brings new life to field and dell 

 When the buds begin to swell. 



Robin red-breast sings his lay; 



Barn-yard tnonarchs swell with pride; 

 Coursing bees outline the way 

 Where the sweets their riches hide. 

 Ev'ry thing of life can tell 

 When the buds begin to swell. 



Warm the sunshine, bright the day, 



Soft the zephyrs, sweet the air. 

 Spread with jewel'd milky-way, 

 Night-time curtains ev'ry care. 



Nature's watchword, ''all is well," 

 When the buds begin to swell. 



When the buds begin to swell 



Ev'ry pulse-beat thrills with joy, 

 Puts new life in vein and cell, 

 Makes the man again a boy. 

 Winsome gladness weaves its spell 

 When the buds begin to swell. 





