6o Travels in a Tree-top 



ously, though the north winds blow and the 

 angry east wind brings the snow upon its 

 wings. 



In the smile of winter sunshine there will 

 be enadled another drama, but now it is 

 comedy rather than tragedy. There are no 

 conflifting interests now, no serious quarrels, 

 no carking cares — the world is really in good 

 humor and our days of early darkness are 

 misunderstood. 



Let him who doubts — and there are but 

 few who do not — turn from the worn lines 

 of travel, go well out of the beaten path, 

 and find, in the way-side nooks his neighbors 

 have neglefted, most excellent company : 

 birds of brave heart that can sing in the teeth 

 of a storm ; and many a creature, wrapped in 

 his furry coat, laughs at the earnest efforts of 

 winter to keep him from his outings. 



Did I dare sit in this same oak when the 

 leaves have fallen, I should have strange tales 

 to tell, — tales so strange that the summertide 

 would be commonplace in comparison. 



