STALKING THE WILD GRAPE 



to have trooped up to the call of the 

 music. The red cedars, the birches, the 

 huckleberry bushes in the daytime have 

 individuality indeed, but in the night- 

 time they have personality. They loom 

 up in spots where by day you did not 

 notice them at all. Some red cedars 

 stand erect and stiff as military men 

 might on sentinel duty, others gowned 

 in black like monks of old group to- 

 gether and seem to consult, while all 

 about them mingling in gracious beauty 

 are the birches and the berry bushes, - 

 the birches slender, dainty aristocrats 

 gowned in the thinnest of whispering 

 silk, the berry bushes sturdy and com- 

 fortable in homespun. You are half 

 afraid of the cedars, they are so black 

 and seem to watch you so intently, 

 more than half in love with the birches, 

 so graceful and enticing, as they lean 

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