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Out on the country road and in the open fields man is 

 another being. He enters the world of the trees, the feed- 

 ing cattle, the wayside weeds, and the crows flying over- 

 head. He is one of them. 



When the whippoorwill calls at night it has its message 

 for him. All the paraphernalia so necessary to his exist- 

 ence in the city is useless here. He needs but ask for a 

 roof to shelter from the heat and the wet, enough to eat 

 it matters not what and the liberty to work or rest. 

 The tyranny of fashion, clothes, fine furniture, hamper- 

 ing customs, are as naught. He forgets all about them 

 and turns back to the play with nature that went on in 

 the Garden of Eden before the breaking of laws brought 

 the penalty of hard labor. 



Going aberrying is a delight of July. The waste acres, 

 with hazel brush and scattered briers above a turf of good 

 pasture grass, are as clean as any park. The long switches 

 of the raspberry and blackberry brambles hand out their 

 fruits to any one who will take them. The barricading 

 thorns were intended to ward off man and beast, but the 

 favored guests of the berry patches the birds gathering 

 in flocks and nesting in the clumps of trees and bush 

 are welcomed to the feast. The berry patch is the haunt 

 of haunts to the bird lover, for here he may see the 

 winged songsters on a frolic, and hear them sing the most 

 joyous songs of living. 



A host of queer relations have assembled in the berry 



