WoocUttovl Nbok 



WINDING woodland path always 

 has its own peculiar charm. There 

 is in each of its curves a suggestion 

 of mystery, as well as a promise of reve- 

 lation, and one is lured ever onward in the 

 eager desire to see the blessed vision which may 

 be awaiting one just beyond the next enticing 

 bend. But for the lover of nature the fascina- 

 tion does not cease even when the path has been 

 explored and its waywardness learned by heart ; 

 for surprises are certain to come with each wend- 

 ing of the way, and an ever-deepening sense of 

 friendship of kinship, I might say is estab- 

 lished between the familiar things along the route 

 and the one who loves and haunts it. 



I think it must be some subtle recognition of 

 this fact which causes me to turn instinctively into 

 this narrow, shady, unmolested, and apparently 



