The Road to Dumbiedykes 



leaped from oak to oak and frolicked 

 in the foliage with that joyous abandon 

 that knows no fear and has no care. 

 The steel of fate had yet to be experi- 

 enced. Great is youth and hope and 

 innocence! Pure and undefiled the 

 happiness that has yet to face the 

 future. 



Shelley's "Ode to the Skylark" is 

 the loftiest of all hymns to the out- 

 of-doors. It exalts the sympathetic 

 spirit to the "blue deep's" most im- 

 measurable heights. I often fancied as 

 I watched the mad antics of the flying 

 squirrel that he, too, was in reality 



Lik© a disbodied joy, 

 Whose race is just begun. 



The audacity of this pair was some- 

 thing appalling to one unfamiliar with 

 their inherited accomplishments. It 

 was always a question as to which could 

 jump and soar the farther, and they 

 preferred ever the leaps from the top- 

 most branches of the tallest trees, the 

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