!86 IN SUMMER. 



Nature granted to the most commonplace of 

 lands, chaos has not quite come again. Certain- 

 ly, however barren a sandy field may look, it is 

 not yet a desert. 



As any ornithologist will tell you, birds, 

 though there be little that favors them and much 

 that is harmful beset them everywhere, will 

 persistently cling to a tree by the roadside ; will 

 even nest in it, although the ubiquitous small boy 

 showers them with stones ; and, more, though 

 persecution is the order of their day, will sing as 

 in a paradise regained, thankful that the world 

 has even this much of untamed nature left. 



If, then, in spite of themselves, farmers love 

 what wayside trees there are, why can we not 

 have more ? Think of a leisured stroll, of a hot 

 summer's day, through a long avenue of leafy 

 oaks! 



Bkdettrn-Cifting. 



THERE are probably very few people but have 

 seen the pretty stone arrow-heads that are found, 

 often in abundance, after the fields have been 

 plowed. I have often filled my pockets with 

 them while wandering about, and, in the words 

 of a friend, " been amazed at the numbers which 

 are sown over the face of our country, betoken- 



