The Road to Dumhiedykes 



The ancients celebrated the "har- 

 vest home," even as we should still. 

 From time "whereof the memory of 

 man runneth not to the contrary" the 

 ripening of the grapes of industry has 

 been made the occasion of feasting and 

 rejoicing. The "Good-bye to Sum- 

 mer" is not necessarily a song of sad- 

 ness. Rather should it be hailed as 

 a true hymn of triumph. In the 

 apparent end is the eternal promise 

 of the future. 



During our last few weeks in the open 

 the air takes on a peculiarly exhilarat- 

 ing quality. The stars sparkle brighter 

 overhead. Through dreamy days the 

 blue haze hangs steadily on the horizon. 

 The gregarious wild canaries stop with 

 us over-night on their long flight to- 

 wards the sunny south; and out of the 

 darkness overhead there comes that 

 truest of all calls of the primeval world 

 — the "honk-honk" of wild geese fly- 

 ing swiftly through the night on wings 

 unwearied. 



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