ESTLED in the heights of the Pyrenees is the tiny 
country of Andorra, often called the “hidden republic,” 
and barely covering one-half the area of Greater New 
York, the entire population of the country consisting of 
| ] about 6,000 hardy mountaineers. This little country, 
surrounded on all sides by its powerful neighbors, 
France and Spain, has, since 805 a. d., when it was established by 
Louis Ie Debonnaire, son of Charlemagne, maintained its inde¬ 
pendence and a national life of its own through the wonderful 
steadfastness of purpose and fearless integrity of its people, whose 
national head-dress even today is the red Phrygian cap of liberty. 
Many are the charming legends of this little country of Andorra, 
and enchanting are the tales that are borne back to us by the few 
who have been fortunate enough to visit its sunny valleys, above 
which tower the peaks of the Pyrenees, on the lower slopes of 
which are great green pastures, and farther up the dark pine woods. 
Among the curious customs of the country is that, instead of a 
flag-pole and flag, they have the quaint custom of planting a tree 
in their public square, which they call a “tree of liberty.” 
A few miles outside of 
Philadelphia is the point 
where the Wissahickon 
Creek abandons its lazy 
meandering course through 
the sunny meadows of 
Whitemarsh and hurries in¬ 
to the swifter, shadowy 
waters of the rocky gorge 
through which it flows for 
six miles to the Falls of the In Andorra ’ mid ™L b ^ m T *£„ villa8es of Andorra 
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