WILDWOOD WAYS 



sleepless night I set the biggest trap I 

 had, expecting to get the most enormous 

 brown rat that ever happened, if not 

 some new and more elephantine rodent. 

 What I caught was a well-grown field 

 mouse, and the noise passed with him. 



The rain which produced this thun- 

 derous and telltale snow crust brought a 

 new and gorgeous growth to the trees. 

 From trunk to topmost twig, each was 

 garmented in regal splendor of crystal 

 ice. I had been in goblin land when I 

 fled, at twilight, from the eerie shrilling 

 of bogle hylas among the oak trees. I 

 had come back into fairyland with the 

 rising sun. The demure shrubs, gray 

 Cinderellas of the ashes of the year, had 

 been touched by the magic wand and 

 were robed in more gems than might 

 glow in the wildest dreams of the most 

 fortunate princess of Arabian tale. 

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