62 SUMMEE IN A BOG. 



a young lady in Virginia who went to spend a 

 night with a friend in the country. It was a fine 

 old mansion, with the trees drooping over the 

 windows, so that the sun merely filtered through 

 and never shone in quite hot at any time of 

 day." 



"Very bad for the health. Why did they 

 not cut some of them down?" 



"When she went to her bed-room the first 

 night," continued my friend, paying no atten- 

 tion to the interruption, "she stood in front of 

 the mirror, and by the dim candle light con- 

 templated her reflection, wondering how many 

 in the early pioneer days had gazed into its dim 

 and faded depths. In an absent sort of way 

 she began to remove her collar and ribbons and 

 then her hairpins, which she was about to stick 

 into what she took for a holder or some sort of 

 a pin-cushion, when she fancied that she saw a 

 motion quiver through its rounded coils, for it 

 was of circular shape. Bringing the candle 

 closer to it, she examined it attentively. Im- 

 agine her horror when she discovered it to be 

 a huge snake whose nap on the bureau she had 

 disturbed. Almost paralyzed with fright, she 

 stood rooted to the spot for a time, hut finally 

 managed to go to her door and yell. Her 

 friends came to the rescue and killed the poor 

 reptile, whose curiosity had brought him into 



