WOODLAND PATHS 



quick gleam of gold and black caught my 

 eye as it danced by in the sunshine outside 

 the thicket. Here was a promise of sum- 

 mer, indeed, and I followed it on, leaving 

 the brooding thrush to her happiness. It 

 led across the open, sandy plain to . the 

 south, and into the deep wood beyond. 

 On the way the cinquefoil and buttercups, 

 the strawberry blossoms and the running 

 blackberries were gay with fluttering little 

 red butterflies, the coppers and the cres- 

 cent spots, and whites and blues, a kaleid- 

 oscope of shifting colors, 'but it was not 

 until I got into the deep golden shade of 

 the dense wood that I saw the fulfilment 

 of the promise. 



Here in the glow of sunlight so strained 

 and etherealized by passing through flut- 

 tering green that it was all one mist of 

 color, a vivid heart of chrysoprase,' I 



found the wood full of great yellow butter- 

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