SWAYING TREE TOPS 



others, too. Now as I come I am 

 aware of someone filling a bucket. 

 It is a girl. She has not seen me, 

 nor heard. The aisles of the forest 

 are carpeted for trespassers. With 

 filled bucket she turns down the path 

 that leads to the cabin whose noon- 

 day smoke I saw. I have little time 

 to " note " her, but one thing I do 

 see. She has a flower on her dress. 

 It probably is not a violet, but what 

 is it? I must come here again, then 

 perhaps I shall find out. I am glad 

 no limited ticket made me attempt to 

 " do " the mountain which I have just 

 begun to see. Yes, I shall come here 

 again. 



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