JUNE 



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 " OLIVE THORNE " MILLER, 1861. 



The woodchuck is the true serf among the ani- 

 mals ; he belongs to the soil, and savors of it. He 

 is of the earth, earthy. There is generally a de- 

 cided odor about his dens and lurking-places, but 

 it is not at all disagreeable in the clover-scented 

 air ; and his shrill whistle, as he takes to his hole 

 or defies the farm dog from the interior of the 

 stone wall, is a pleasant summer sound. 



BURROUGHS: Pepacton. 



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The sorrel now reddens the fields far and wide. 

 As I look over the fields thus reddened in exten- 

 sive patches, now deeper, now passing into green, 

 and think of the season now in its prime and hey- 

 day, it looks as if it were the blood mantling in 

 the cheek of the beautiful year, the rosy cheek 

 of its health, its rude June health. 



THOREAU: Summer. 



Bathing is an un described luxury. To feel the 

 wind blow on your body, and the water flow upon 

 you and lave you, is a rare physical enjoyment this 



hot day. 



THOREAU: Summer. 



