AUGUST 



Come, whether the Muse will go with us or pre- 

 fers to remain in tamer fields, come away to the 

 "slashing," where the Maryland yellow-throat 

 warns the visitor with " Witches here I Witches 

 here ! " where the geometric spider constructs her 

 silken theorems on the largest scale, where poke 

 and silkweed make prodigious growth, and where 

 a not mythic Briareus holds out in his hundred 

 scraggy hands a sweet and spicy lure. In order to 

 prize the blackberry at its full worth it must be 

 wrested from the ogreish genius by single-handed 

 contest. 



EDITH M. THOMAS : The Round Year. 



The bullfrogs begin with one or two notes, and 

 with each peal add another trill to their trump, 

 er-roonk er-er-roonk er-er-er-roonk, etc. I am 

 amused to hear one after another, and then an 

 unexpectedly deep and confident bass, as if he had 

 charged himself with more wind than the rest. 

 And now, as if by a general agreement, they all 

 trump together, making a deafening noise. . . . 

 Suddenly a tree-toad in the overhanging woods be- 

 gins, and another answers, and another, with loud 

 ranging notes, such as I never heard before, and 

 in three minutes they are all silent again. 



THOKEAU: Summer. 



