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IN AUTUMN. 



November has charms too little heeded. The 

 world does not need to be embowered in green 

 leaves to tempt the rambler. He who lives out 

 of town well knows how many are the frosty 

 days when the uplands and meadows alike teem 

 with myriad forms of happy life. 



21 permit for tfye 



A PECULIARLY disagreeable northeast 

 storm, continuing for some time, kept me out of 

 the woods, and it was long after the October 

 moon had fulled that my opportunity came. 

 Then I turned hermit for the day. 



I question if it matters much at what time of 

 year you turn your back upon civilization 

 and take to the woods. They will greet you 

 kindly at all seasons. If, by reason of your delay, 

 they do not charm you with spring flowers, they 

 have cool shades to offer when the dog-star 

 rages ; and following these, a carnival of color 

 and harvest of sweet nuts. If you have tarried 

 in town too long for these, then plunge into the 

 forest at midwinter, and, sheltered by a sturdy 

 oak, build your camp-fire. Do this, and if you 

 return without a harvest of new thoughts, the 

 chances are that you have turned up on the 

 wrong planet. 



