Meadow and Mountain 







FEASTING 



Cattle rest in the cool shade of its tree-lined banks or 

 browse contentedly the lush meadow-grass. In the trees 

 squirrels bark and leap from limb to limb. They build 

 their leafy beds high up in the tree tops, and out in the open, 

 as if they loved to have the winter storm swing them fast 

 asleep. 



The story of the Western rivers is a story of bewitching 

 beauty. If there is a stretch of country road along the river, 

 and you are taking in the sights, you forget whither you 

 are bound to the country or the town. You see the wiz- 

 ardry of the light and shade across the water and the trees 

 that hug around the weather-beaten mill upon the bank. 



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