The Bay of He Band 
grocery? his bins, cribs, mows, and attics so many 
pasteboard boxes, bottles, and tin cans? Tinned squash 
in pie may taste like any squash pie; but it is no longer 
squash ; and is a squash nothing if not pie? Oh, but 
he gets a lithograph squash upon the can to show him 
how the pulp looked as God made it. This is a sop 
to his higher sensibilities; it is a commercial re- 
minder, too, that life even in the city should be more 
than pie, — it is also the commercial way of preserving 
the flavor of the canned squash, else he would not 
know whether he were eating squash or pumpkin or 
sweet potato. But then it makes little difference, 
all things taste the same in the city, —all taste of 
tin. 
There is a need in the nature of man for many 
things, —for a wife, a home, children, friends, and a 
need for winter. The wild goose feels it, too, and no 
length of domesticating can tame the wild desire to 
fly when the frosts begin to fall; the woodchuck feels 
it; carry him to the tropics and still he will sleep as 
though the snows of New England lay deep in the 
mouth of his burrow. The partridge’s foot broadens 
at the approach of winter into a snowshoe; the er- 
mine’s fur turns snow-white. Winter is in their bones; 
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