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tion! And I wander on wherever my feet go. 
They lead; I follow. We must not ask directions 
when out on a trip with the winds and the bobo- 
link. I know that full well and ask no questions. 
Nay, where is good? [I like it all round here. 
If I fall into a stream, that is good; and if I 
loiter by one, that is good. All things are made 
to order. Nothing can come amiss on a day 
like this. No, directions and distances when you 
are out trysting with June would be worse than 
an infelicity. Where the instinct of my feet 
led, thither I went. But the instinct was witful. 
For I came in my journeys to a wild crab 
grove in radiant and amazing bloom. Nothing 
I ever saw of crab bloom was kinsman to this 
apocalypse. The wild crab at bloom I had 
known and loved since I was a college lad and 
fetched the perfumed branches to my bachelor 
room and had hung around them whensoever and 
wheresoever I could and had counted a few wild 
crab trees on my farm greater treasure than the 
crops which the farm was supposed to produce. 
I had climbed stake-and-rider fences and barbed- 
wire fences, and had run the gauntlet of angry 
dogs to get a whiff of wild crabs at bloom, so 
was I no tyro in crab blossoms. Wherever I had 
seen these pink, perfumed banners swaying in 
wind there had I gone per aspera, nothing caring. 
But here was the valley of Avillion and all abloom 
with the wild crab. I had not known what 
