138 GREEN TRAILS AND UPLAND PASTURES 



country one does not need an aeroplane to show him 

 the pattern of the land. He may, by ascending any 

 summit, see the world as the birds see it. The ideal way 

 to teach a child the use of maps would be to take him 

 up on a hilltop above his native village. There is a 

 living map below him, with his father's boundaries 

 marked in stone. 



We have all heard of the hedgerows of old England. 

 They have been so celebrated by the poets that even 

 those of us who have never walked in English lanes 

 seem to know them familiarly. But who will sing the 

 hedgerows of New England, which have grown up 

 everywhere along stone walls and fences between our 

 homestead farms or divided fields? Our bird-sown 

 hedgerows are to the hedges of England what the wild 

 garden is to the formal border, and all the charm and 

 shy surprises of the wild garden are theirs. Neglected 

 by "sightseers," never given a thought by the farmers 

 themselves, uncelebrated and unsung, they march 

 in feathery beauty between a thousand fields, up hill 

 and down, bright at their base with mulleins and milk- 

 weed, with roses and golden-rod, harbouring chipmunks 

 within the old wall which 'is their spine, and white- 

 throats fluting in their branches. Birches and maples, 

 poplars and dark cedars, now and then a chestnut, 

 alders in the hollows where the wall dips to a brook, 

 choke-cherries where the robins scold, aspens trembling 

 to the wandering winds of June, hazel bushes and dog- 



