WOODLAND PATHS 



Then is apt to come a halcyon day, and 

 though the kingfisher is not here to brood, 

 nor will he be for a month, his fabled 

 weather slips on in advance to cheer us. 

 It may not last a day. March is as 

 mad as April is fickle, and you will 

 need to start early to be sure of it. 

 Then, even if you come home in a snow- 

 storm, you will at least have had a brief 

 glimpse of that sunny softness which 

 is dearer in March than in any other 

 month. 



This morning, in that calm which is 

 most apt to settle on the land just before 

 sunrise, the whole woodland seemed to 

 breathe freely and beam in the soft air. 

 The bluebirds caroled all about, and where 

 a few days ago one song sparrow sur- 

 prised me with his song, a dozen jubi- 

 lated in the pasture bushes. A half-dozen 

 blackbirds flew over, and though I could 



