From Pillar to Post 



country we have freedom to work our will. 

 Who can say as much of city-life ? 



It is a matter of taste whether we choose the 

 city or the country, and happily we are free to 

 choose; but why the city assumes superiority 

 and presumes to dictate is a problem yet un- 

 solved. 



This is a perfect afternoon. The earth rests 

 content with what has been accomplished, and 

 the rank growths that for months struggled to 

 conceal the scarred meadows have succeeded, 

 and now rest, crowned with purple and gold. 

 There are the vervain, dodder, scarlet lobelia, 

 eupatorium, mallow, cone flower, sunflower, 

 bidens and sneeze weed, an almost endless 

 series of stately blooms that now give dignity 

 to the matured season, yet not one awes the 

 myriad forms of life that here find their home; 

 for since the glacial floods retired and the 

 blessed sunshine warmed the turf, there has 

 been an endless struggle between plants, as well 

 as animals, to maintain a roothold and a foot- 

 hold here. This beautiful meadow is one of 

 Nature's garden spots, and this is a perfect 

 afternoon. 



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