OCTOBER DAYS 



the good gay wood than green wood, 

 there are no longer pestering insects to 

 worry the flesh and trouble the spirit. 

 The flies bask in half torpid indolence, 

 the tormenting whine of the mosquito is 

 heard no more. Of insect life one hears 

 little but the mellow drone of the bum- 

 blebee, the noontide chirp of the cricket, 

 and the husky rustle of the dragonfly's 

 gauzy wing. 



Unwise are the tent-dwellers who have 

 folded their canvas and departed to the 

 shelter of more stable roof-trees, for these 

 are days that should be made the most 

 of, days that have brought the perfected 

 ripeness of the year and display it in the 

 fullness of its glory. 

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