WHERE THE NATURALIST LIVED 21 



with the denizens of the little wood, nor did 

 they see the beauty of the plants which to the 

 eyes of the nature lover are anything but 

 weeds. The Naturalist could never quite 

 understand how people could be content to 

 spend the long days within doors when there 

 was so much worth while outside. Neither 

 could he understand how they could keep so 

 busy all day long with such practical things as 

 cultivating their corn or hoeing their gardens 

 when there were so many songs to be heard and 



Wild flowers grew in profusion. 



