THE ASH PADDLE, 

 AND THE BIRCH BARK 



November loth 



HAT a pleasant rus- 

 tle is this which we 

 hear now in the 

 denuded woods from 

 the brown dry clusters of the 

 ash seeds overhead ! It is enough 

 to sit beneath the trees and simply 

 listen, but we should not stop at 

 listening. This ash seed, consid- 

 ered merely as a seed, with its trim 

 contour and shapely symmetry, and 

 its gamut of soft tints of olives and 

 browns, is a beautiful creation. The 



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