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drop into in the fall. That, too, I am sure 

 to remember as often as I pass this way. 



In truth, all my Franconia rambles (I am 

 tempted to write the name in three syllables,, 

 as I sometimes speak it, following the exam- 

 ple of Fishin' Jimmy and other local worth- 

 ies), all my " Francony " rambles, I say, 

 are by this time full of these miserly delights. 

 It is really a gain, perhaps, that I make the 

 round of them but once a year. Some things 

 are wisely kept choice. 



" Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare." 



To get all the goodness out of a piece of 

 country, return to it again and again, till 

 every corner of it is alive with memories ; 

 but do not see it too often, nor make your 

 stay in it too long. The hermit thrush's 

 voice is all the sweeter because he is a her- 

 mit. 



This afternoon I do not cross the bridge, 

 but keep to the valley road, which soon runs 

 for some distance along the edge of a hack- 

 matack swamp ; full of graceful, pencil- 

 tipped, feathery trees, with here and there a 

 dead one, on purpose for woodpeckers and 



