OUTDOORS 



against thick grass which surrounds them. 

 Here a windmill is creaking in the summer 

 breeze; there a lone tree stands sentinelling 

 the entrance to a pasture. Occasionally one 

 meets a passing team and is greeted with the 

 careless wave of the hand or " good-day," 

 the salutation to the stranger which marks the 

 etiquette of country highways. In city streets 

 you meet the thousands and you greet the 

 few. On the rustic thoroughfare, if you are 

 to the manner born, you will drive to the 

 right and salute all whom you pass, beggar 

 or horseman. 



Of birds along the road you will see many. 

 The shy cat-bird dives into the bushes as you 

 go by and complains of your presence. The 

 robin flies over and blackbirds scold and chat- 

 ter in the woods. Meadow-larks perch on 

 the fences and make many preparations for 

 flight as you approach, before they finally take 

 wing across adjacent pastures. The golden- 

 winged woodpecker flits along the road, 

 keeping a safe distance from you, and occa- 

 sionally giving his piercing call. Crows stalk 

 in the meadows, out of shot-gun range, and 

 eye the passers-by warily. The jay dodges 

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