FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



CHAPTER I. 



WHEN LIFE STIRS. 



Great masses of clouds pass over us as we tramp 

 merrily along the green roads that run in all direc- 

 tions by the border - lines of Surrey and Sussex. 

 This is a line of country brimful of beauty for 

 those who have eyes to see the beauty of the 

 common objects around them, although for many 

 the district we are walking over would probably 

 be a dreary " No Man's Country." 



Mountains of clouds are passing over us; all 

 shades of the richest greys are there, from the 

 darkest to the lightest and most pearly, edged 

 with the brightest white : they go sailing through 



