7© Duck-shooting in Werinland^ Szveden. 



bleaberry bushes, which form the undergrov.'th cf the Swedish 

 forests. 



Everything now warns us that tlie Northern winter is approaching. 

 The winter migrants are fast coming down from Lapland. ]Many 

 of our summer birds have left. The night frosts have set in, and, 

 as I sit and look out of my ^^■indow on a forest tableau, painted in 

 every shade of red, yellow, and green, I think of the beautiful lines 

 of the American poet — 



"It is brilliant autumn time, the most brilliant time of all. 

 When the gorgeous woods are gleaming as the leaves begin to fall — 

 When the maple boughs are crimson, and the hickory shines like gold^ 

 When the noons are sultry hot, and the nights are frosty cold; 

 When the country has no green save the sword-grass by the rill. 

 And the willows in the valleys, and the pine upon the hill; 

 And the pippin leaves the bough, and the sumach fruit is red. 

 And the quail is piping loud from the buckwheat where he fed; 

 When the sky is blue as steel, and the river clear as glass. 

 When the mist is on the mountain, and the network on the grass; 

 When the harvest is all housed, and the farmer's work is done, 

 A::d the woodlands are resounding with the spaniel and the gun.** 



