VIII 



THE COLOR MONTH 



tumnal landscape. 



ARVELOUS indeed are 

 the woods in October. 

 People who have almost 

 lost their liking for the 

 outside world during 

 the rest of the year, 

 often keep longest a 

 fondness for the au- 

 Men who rarely look 

 from a car window seem at this season to 

 be drawn to the glories with which kindly 

 Nature fills our senses as she begins her 

 preparation for the winter's sleep. Many 

 a man under the genial influence of an 

 October afternoon has taken down his for- 

 gotten gun and cleaned it up and planned for 

 the gunning trip which he intends shall come 

 when the " season opens," but which as a mat- 

 ter of fact rarely arrives. It is all the subtle 



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