NOVEMBER 



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The rare whistle of a bluebird a skyward and 

 vanishing sound, lost like the bird's own color in 

 the soft autumnal blue affects us as a momen- 

 tary revisitation of spring. 



EDITH M. THOMAS: The Round Year. 



The partridges go off with a whir, and then 

 sail a long way, level and low, through the woods 

 with that impetus they have got, displaying their 



neat forms perfectly. 



THOEEAU: Autumn. 



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By the middle of November the wild apples 

 have lost some of their brilliancy, and have chiefly 

 fallen. A great part are decayed on the ground, 

 and the sound ones are more palatable than be- 

 fore. The note of the chickadee sounds now more 

 distinct, as you wander amid the old trees, and 

 the autumnal dandelion is half closed and tearful. 

 But still, if you are a skillful gleaner, you may get 

 many a pocketful even of grafted fruit, long after 

 apples are supposed to be gone out-of-doors. 



.THOKEAU : Wild Apples. 



