SEPTEMBER 



23 



One looks upon the woods with a new interest 

 when he suspects they hold a colony of bees. 

 What a pleasing secret it is a tree with a heart 

 of comb honey, a decayed oak or maple with a bit of 

 Sicily or Mount Hymettus stowed away in its trunk 

 or branches; secret chambers where lies hidden 

 the wealth of ten thousand little freebooters, great 

 nuggets and wedges of precious ore gathered with 

 risk and labor from every field and wood about ! 

 BURROUGHS: Pepacton. 



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White birches have fairly begun to yellow, and 

 blackberry vines here and there in sunny places 

 look like a streak of blood in the grass. I sit on 

 the hillside at Miles's Swamp. A woodbine, in- 

 vesting the leading stem of an elm in the swamp 

 quite to its top, is seen as an erect, slender red 

 column through the thin and yellowing foliage of 



the elm. 



THORBAU: Autumn. 



