THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 45 



far off, in tasty book form, may serve a wider 

 constituency. 



Let me rehearse another bit of our outdoor 

 life before I am done. The source of our 

 river, the Lepeyre, is only five miles distant, 

 though it has a run of twenty miles before it 

 reaches Clarksville, our factory village. We 

 visited this source spot the other day with 

 choice friends, that we might take in a little 

 extra out-of-door life. The place is ideal, a 

 great hillside forming a sort of amphitheater, 

 densely wooded, from which flow three springs, 

 forming a gem of a lake. The woodland 

 slopes down on all sides to the very water's 

 edge, and casts mystic shadows amidst a silence 

 almost primeval. Trees and shrubbery are 

 mirrored back as if the lakelet were just proud 

 of its forest fringe. 



Here we sat on moss-covered banks, cool 

 and refreshing, enjoying that indescribable 

 luxury of talking with nature face to face and 

 feeling the intimacy. It was near noon and the 

 day was perfect. A pair of thrushes made soft 

 music in their twitterings as they fed "the wee 

 birdies." Through the densely leaved branches 

 the glinting sunlight pierced here and there, 

 adding bright patches of golden color. The 

 little fish jumped nimbly for their flies, squir- 



