wr—^ 



/^\NCE upon a time two people, who were very 

 ^-^ world-fagged, came to their senses and realized 

 that the cure for their mind sickness lay beyond the 

 clank of business chains, the sight of sky-scrapers 

 and the whir of elevated trains. 



Their apparent quarrel with life was really only 

 hunger for the song of wild birds, the nearness of 

 great fields of pasture, the friendship of hills, the 

 sight of a brook breaking ice barriers in spring, 

 the artillery of forest limbs snapping in icy grip, the 

 lowing of cattle at eventide, the elbow touch with 

 simple, kindly folk, and above all to own a slice of 

 this great birthday cake of earth. 



When you buy a piece of land, remember = — 'you 

 own all above it; you own that far reach of ether 

 in which the stars drift over your land, the moon as 

 it hangs above your trees, the sun as it passes 



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