SWAYING TREE TOPS 



reached the zenith, I had reached the 

 mountain top. 



My way led along the crest to the 

 southward, winding in and out 

 through dense woods which thwarted 

 the efforts of the sun to reach the 

 ferns beneath. Here and there were 

 clearings where a dog barked, and 

 I suspected a cabin or cottage. Ven- 

 turing through the gate in front of 

 one of these clearings, a path that 

 wound through the corn and by the 

 berry bushes led me, as I hoped, to 

 the cottage. It came into view, hid- 

 den partly by a half dozen great 

 oaks that stood about like senti- 

 nels. A dog came wiggling from 

 behind the cottage, one eye full of 

 suspicion, the other full of friendli- 

 ness. A cat lay on the deserted ver- 



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