MY NEIGHBOR'S WOOD-SHED 



THE good old-fashioned folk of the last 

 century built for their children as 

 well as for themselves, and framed their 

 buildings, as they did their lives, in such 

 manner as should withstand the ordinary 

 buffetings of relentless time. This applies 

 to other stru&ures than their houses, and 

 the oak of many a wood-shed is as firm to- 

 day as the rafters and joists of the colonial 

 dwelling on the same premises. It is so at 

 my neighbor's. There still stands the old 

 wood-shed that his great-grandfather built, 

 and I am envious. The idiotic demands for 

 improvement and modernization caused mine 

 to be demolished, and now, when longing for 

 a lungful of old-time atmosphere, I take me 

 to this neighbor's shed and breathe in the 

 subtle odors of the scattered chips, breathe 

 in strength with the oak and, in fancy, the 

 music of many birds with the odor of birch 



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