OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



other in glory; when the Virginia creeper trails its 

 scarlet banners over high fences and up lofty tree- 

 trunks, and an infrequent maple branch flames in 

 autumnal coloring — then indeed is the mere motion 

 through this region a delight, and we need no other 

 reward. 



The cattle are grazing in friendly groups or gather 

 under sheltering trees; huge golden stacks of straw 

 are outlined against red barns ; a child in gingham 

 frock beside the well dances as she pumps; a white- 

 washed schoolhouse at the crossroads turns out its 

 tumultuous flock; an avenue of fine old maples, for 

 which we must thank some early nature-lover, borders 

 the road; a stately farmhouse built of matched cobble- 

 stones half hides within its grove of elms, its orchard 

 and kitchen garden standing in proud prominence be- 

 side the highway. Small villages of neatly kept houses 

 shaded by excellent trees follow each other every ten 

 miles or so in this undulating country, while a dim, 

 neglected cemetery beneath huge firs seems to indicate 

 a particularly healthy community. 



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