The Natural Style in Landscape Gardening 



the heavier masses of the woods scattered over roll- 

 ing hills and making a bold but fluent sky line 

 against the three o'clock sun. A bobolink sings us 

 a snatch of Robert of Lincoln: 



Spink, spank, spink, 

 Chee, chee, chee! 



awakening the music in our hearts, as the sun has 

 already melted the reserve of our city manners and 

 we know that we are in the country and the wor- 

 ries of the morning's business are already half for- 

 gotten. 



Presently we reach the foot of the hill land. The 

 roadway turns rather sharply to the right to avoid 

 the climb, but nevertheless the gradient is percep- 

 tibly increased, varying from two to four per cent. 

 Dobbin slows down to a walk and we pass to para- 

 graph number two. Here the white oaks are still 

 scattered rather than massed (white oaks do not 

 like to be too sociable; they prefer to keep their 

 individuality) ; but they are close enough together 

 to suggest the forest. As we rise we still get occa- 

 sional glimpses of the meadow, but our main in- 



