UPON THE TREE-TOPS. 

 I. 



TRAMPS WITH AN ENTHUSIAST. 



To a brain wearied by the din of the city, 

 the clatter of wheels, the jingle of street cars, 

 the discord of bells, the cries of venders, the 

 ear-splitting whistles of factory and shop, how 

 refreshing is the heavenly stillness of the coun- 

 try! To the soul tortured by the sight of ills 

 it cannot cure, wrongs it cannot right, and suf- 

 ferings it cannot relieve, how blessed to be alone 

 with nature, with trees living free, unfettered 

 lives, and flowers content each in its native spot, 

 with brooks singing of joy and good cheer, with 

 mountains preaching divine peace and rest ! 



Thus musing one evening, soon after my ar- 

 rival at a lone farmhouse in the heart of the 

 Green Mountains, I seated myself at the window 

 to make acquaintance with my neighbors. Not 

 the human ; I wished for a time to turn away 

 from the world of people, to find rest and recrea- 

 tion in the world outside the walls of houses. 



My room was a wing lately added to the side 



