upon the spider comes out to see what luck. Evi- 

 dently all is not fish that comes to her net. But 

 the self-reliant crane's bill looks neither to bird 

 nor beast nor again to the winds of heaven, for it 

 does its own planting, flinging the seeds away 

 with almost an intelligent and conscious adtion. 



This relation between the wind and the plants 

 of the field is an agreeable stimulus to the imagi- 

 nation, in a matter-of-fadt day when fairies are 

 not so common as of old. Consider how the 

 breezes have blown the pollen of the pine and 

 later are to help carry the seed They thus serve 

 the trees of the forest and the grass of the prairie. 

 These same winds urge the fruit that it should 

 leave the parent tree. "Come, follow us!" say 

 they, and first gently draw, then roughly compel, 

 till the apple falls. They whisper all through the 

 summer to the leaves so green, and at length, on 

 October days, draw them irresistibly. 



Verily of wild gardens there is no end; our 

 estates are without number. But among them all 

 the mountain is unique, for to ascend is like going 

 northward, and at the same time to reverse the 

 season. One, which I climbed the middle of June, 

 is little more than four thousand feet, and yet, 



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