50 Travels in a Tree-top 



" boa" with the rabbit's head was lying at full 

 length outside and the bushes were broken as 

 if a bull had rushed through them. But who 

 or what had been there ? 



Two days of most distressing doubt passed, 

 and then came Saturday. I was ill at ease and 

 took no pleasure in my holiday ; but about 

 noon our neighbor came over, and I heard 

 him tell grandfather how, on Fifth-day, while 

 the family were at breakfast, Bill, the bound 

 boy, came rushing into the room and ex- 

 claimed, excitedly, "Something from the 

 menagerie's broke loose and got in the rab- 

 bit-trap !" 



I had had my revenge. 



A wood, to be at its best, should be located 

 on the shore of a lake or river, or, perhaps 

 better still, a river should run through it. 

 Here are my impressions of such a wood, from 

 my note-book of 1892, under date of May I : 



Nothing could have been more fitting than 

 to take a May-day outing at such a place. 

 The swift current of the Great Egg Harbor 

 River rolled resistlessly along, its waters black 

 as night, save where, over the pebbly shal- 

 lows, it gleamed like polished amber. The 

 wind that swayed the tall crowns of the tow- 



