away, to awaken one of the sleepers at dawn. In about five 
minutes, it seemed the whisper, “It is three o’clock,” was 
heard. Previous trials had taught a bird lover to move 
instantly, and also to use cold water to do ayer with that | 
- yawny morning feeling. 
A twittering call or two out-of-doors made fingers fly 
through the necessary twistings and buttonings, as every 
_. minute here might mean something missed out there. 
_ Squeaking along the cold dark hall, feeling remorseful, as 
muttered growls came through thin partitions, it took but 
a second after reaching the door to'leave the raw newness 
of the grounds of a country hotel, and to be lost in the lights — 
and shadows of that fine forest road, which had been found | 
~ the night before, to lead to nowhere. 
Why, oh why, has mankind, yes, and womankind, lost — 
the desire to get up on summer mornings with other 
creatures at the dawn of day? The maj jestic columns of the — 
giant fires, cedars, and spruces, were reminders of San 
Paulo Cathedral in the suburbs of Rome. There, however, 
every pillar was crowned by the mosaic image of a church 
official, while here all the arches were filled with delicate 
interlacing sprays and fronds which gave glimpses of 
splashes of blue sky, which had hardly time to attract the | 
eye, before all other senses were lost in the joy that came 
through hearing. 
A call, a whistle, a thrill, a twitter, a single song, first 
on this side, then on that, bewildering and teasing because 
of the inability to see hidden neighbors, and then every leaf, 
every twig, every frond seemed alive and swaying in waves 
of tone. An unseen orchestra, composed of mysterious 
musicians was playing a forest ‘symphony whose perfect 
harmony made a throat throb in sympathy. The air trem- | 
bled with vibrations which went swinging and swelling - 
through the mighty temple in a melody that Nature has. 
written for each summer morn, to be played while dullards a 
sleep. : 
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