dead trees in the edge of the forest appeared to 

 rise out of the darkness and stand to watch or 

 to serve. Then another rose, and presently two 

 appeared side by side and edged into the light. 

 They might have been conversing. As the night 

 advanced, the shadow of the spruces shortened 

 as their shadow points moved round to the north. 

 As the moon sank behind a mountain, the dead 

 trees settled back into the darkness, and, just 

 before light left the park, the two broken trees 

 moved behind a shadow and vanished. They 

 were scarcely out of sight when the weird cries of 

 a fox sounded from the farther edge of the woods. 

 Those who believe in fairies will receive the 

 most from Nature. The unfenced wilderness is 

 full of wild folk, full of fairy gardens and homes. 

 With these a careless prowler is rarely welcome. 

 Wasps and bees early gave me sharp hints on 

 blundering, hurried intrusion, and a mother 

 grizzly with two cubs by her side also impressed 

 me concerning this matter. Birds sometimes 

 made me ashamed for breaking in upon them. 

 I did no shooting, carried only a kodak, and 

 was careful to avoid rushing from one place to 



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