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girth of an old elm, and a buzzard sails over 

 like a loosened thunder-cloud. Sumachs burn 

 steadily on the hill-side, and along the lonely 

 road a farmer's wagon rattles past. The 

 scent of many woodland perfumes, scattered 

 from October's censer, swung by the restless 

 breeze, swims through the forest-aisles and 

 settles on the flaming leaves that splotch the 

 tawny earth. On the river the light descends 

 like a yellow leaf from above. 



Now a new tumult sounds from the edge 

 of the bluffs farther on, a horseman appears 

 sharply outlined against the sky, and a hur- 

 tling group of dogs sprawl down the slope. 

 Again the cries of the hounds throng in the 

 woods, rising and falling " Boo-Roop, Boo- 

 oo-oo woorp, Woo-oo-oo-oop ! " The crash 

 of a horse's hoofs resounds through the 

 woods, and there are calls from above, where 

 other riders assemble. The line of dogs 

 spreads over the hill, ascends and swings 

 down the slope, and finally goes out and on 

 over the bluffs to the fields again. And now 

 once more the golden dreams of autumn set 

 sail from violet skies. Again a velvet veil 

 of utter languor falls, mistlike, from the 

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