MINSTREL WEATHER *$ CHAPTER 

 XVII. FAR ALTARS <i? 



by treacherous 

 green marshes whose mur- 

 muring rushes will close with- 

 out a change of cadence over 

 the despair of the unwarned, 

 in August there lives a scene of tender and 

 appealing beauty. The languid creek, 

 turned the color of iron rust with 

 its plunder spoil of the wild and im- 

 practical fertility of the roots of bog and 



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