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Cape Cod. It is amusing to watch a little dog pursuing 

 " Molly," she outstrips him quite easily, and he is so earnest 

 that he will run quite upon you before he is aware, and 

 then retires abashed. All his energy is centered in his 

 sense of smell, on such occasions. You can see that he 

 sees nothing, only smells his way along the trail, and bays. 

 The voice of a dog after a rabbit. 



On these dry dunes, mid the cedars, the pines and the 

 Hudsonia, the sunny days seem one long song; there is a 

 cadence rising from the earth, and the heat dances in a 

 shimmering light along the warming ground. A sad un- 

 speakable joy, a tingling of the nerves, an awful sense of 

 the unknown, settles calmly but profoundly down. 



