WOODLAND PATHS 



the Ponkapog Indians knew so well, the 

 pukwudgies which were their fairies, 

 the little manitous which were guardian 

 spirits, and the fearsome folk, the Indian 

 bogies, still linger here, though the Indians 

 are long gone. 



This morning in the lonesomest spot I 

 thought I heard speech of them all, and 

 though various creatures appeared later 

 and claimed the voices, it is to be believed 

 that these merely came out of the tall 

 grass to go straw bail for them. At this 

 time of year you may reach this lonesomest 

 spot by boat, if you will take a light one 

 with smooth flat bottom and push val- 

 iantly through winding passages where 

 you may not row and boldly ride over 

 grassy surfaces that yield beneath you. 



It is a different bog edge from that of 

 last summer; a new world. The Nessea, 



which made wickets of bog-hopple all 

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