have mown the grass and stripped the trees, so 

 that, from a bluff along the creek, the glistening 

 Cohansey can be traced down miles of its course, 

 and through the parted curtains, wide vistas of 

 meadow and farm that were entirely hidden by 

 the green foliage lie open like a map. 



Tins is persimmon-time. Since most of the 

 leaves haAC fallen, there is no trouble in finding 

 the persimmon-trees. They are sprinkled about 

 the woods, along the fences and highways, as 



" Riiie and rimy with Nuv/niber's frosts." 



naked as the other trees, liut conspicuous among 

 them all because of their round, dark -red fruit. 

 What a season of fruit ours is ! Oijeniug down 

 in the grass with the wild strawberi'ies of May, 

 and continuing without lireak or stint, to close 

 high in the trees with the persimmon, ripe and 

 rimy with Novemljcr's frosts ! The persimmon 



