IN DIM OCTOBER 



than before, and the woods dilated in the 

 streams of golden sunshine that ebbed and 

 flowed on a coast of shimmering leaves. Be- 

 low us, and to one side, a tamarack swamp 

 stood, some of the trees long since dead, 

 their bristly forms standing stark in the sun- 

 light. Back of them and on either hand there 

 were dense masses of living tamaracks, their 

 green colors sharply contrasting with the oaks 

 and hickories. At the edge of the swamp 

 there were great quantities of sumach, their 

 russet globes still partially hidden by the scar- 

 let leaves. In this swamp the sun had little 

 opportunity to enter, as the trees stood like 

 serried lances, thickly huddled and shadowy. 

 This swamp on one side was skirted by a 

 small pool, and there some rusted cat-tails 

 rose, their blades broken and drooping, their 

 heads rising stiff in the October air. 



We moved deeper into the timber, and 

 everywhere was this lavish festooning, this 

 bewildering array of tints that shone and 

 glinted in the sun. A rabbit jumped up 

 from a glare of dazzling bushes and scurried 

 through the brush, the cover rustling as he 

 fled. Beyond the woods as we reached an 

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