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the same always, slender sweet little folk, than 

 whom summer could have no more lovely com- 

 panions for her farewell romps in the pasture. 



But the most virile of all the pasture's person- 

 alities is that of the red cedar. When the keen 

 autumn winds blow and toss the plumes of these 

 Indian chieftains they wrap their olive green 

 blankets but the closer about them and seem to 

 stalk the mossy levels in dignity or gather in 

 erect, silent groups to discuss weighty affairs of 

 the tribe. Thus for the larger ones, tall war- 

 riors that in their time have travelled far, have 

 met many warriors and learned wisdom from the 

 meeting. There is no solemnity about these, but 

 there is dignity and a vivid personality which it 

 is hard to match in any other tree. It is hard to 

 think of these as of the vegetable world. I sus- 

 pect them of standing immobile only at their will 

 and of being capable of trooping up hill and over 

 into some other pasture should they see fit, as 

 readily as the woodchucks would, or any other 

 four-footed denizens of the place. 



The greater trees of the pasture do not seem to 

 carry such personality. Many of them are like 

 structures rather than people. The pine that 



