By-Ways and Butterflies 



every grove everywhere. Some of 

 course are finer than others. People 

 who live near a trail I know leading up 

 to the higher ranges of the Big Horn 

 mountains can walk or ride very day, 

 if they like, through silent cathedral 

 aisles, more solemn than those of York, 

 almost infinite in extent, softly car- 

 peted and flooded with a light the 

 feeling of which no artist can reproduce. 

 Sermons are preached here, too; 

 many of them better than those de- 

 livered from the pulpits of St. Paul's. 

 Lessons are impressed quite as graph- 

 ically also as in scholastic halls. The 

 woodpecker on the deadoak treeflew just 

 now across to the eaves of a building in 

 the edge of a wood, and at once began 

 to "drum." Now, you all know the 

 sound of the automatic riveter we hear 

 hammering wherever steel is being put 

 in place on skyscrapers, great battle- 

 ships or bridges. It was here in the 

 woods that the inventor of that in- 

 genious automatic tool got his original 



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