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areas. Cobalt and ultramarine added here and 
there, with now and then a dash of silvery white 
or a broad band of burnt sienna, served to make 
the scarlets more intense and the yellows more 
aggressive. 
Driving in an open wagon from West Ossipee 
to the Chocorua House, I found a heavy over¬ 
coat, warm gloves, and a fur robe essential to 
comfort, especially on coming from the steam- 
heated cars into the racing northwest wind. As 
we sped through groves and across meadows, 
my eyes devoured the wonderful coloring of all 
that had once been green. I could see nothing 
else, think of nothing else. The contrast to 
our summer coloring could not have been much 
sharper if I had been transported to the san¬ 
guinary groves and pastures of the red planet 
Mars. Even the birds which rose from the 
roadside and whirled away before the wind 
seemed less interesting, so absorbing were the 
marvels of coloring in foliage from ancient oak 
to tender grasses. A flock of birds seemed to 
dance through the sunlight across the road, yet 
when I looked after them they were only beech 
leaves hurried along by the wind. A cloud 
of leaves, picked up by an eddy of the air and 
tossed high above the trees, suddenly became 
bluebirds and sparrows speeding away from 
the wagon across the pasture. Crows, few in 
