Stowe notes, letters and verses . ttle path to the very verge of Os-good Pond. The opposite shores were dim and gray. Heard thefar-away call of a kingfisher over the mist-hung water,but saw nothing. There was a cold wind blowing thatstirred the rushes and the frost-bitten leaves of the aldersalong the bank. It is a great relief for me to find myself free of thehotel, its environs and its population, for indeed a hotelis a mimic town. It is worth while to have declared de-fensive war against the world for the sake of the friend-ship that Nature extends to the solitary. I think anyvoice, even th
Stowe notes, letters and verses . ttle path to the very verge of Os-good Pond. The opposite shores were dim and gray. Heard thefar-away call of a kingfisher over the mist-hung water,but saw nothing. There was a cold wind blowing thatstirred the rushes and the frost-bitten leaves of the aldersalong the bank. It is a great relief for me to find myself free of thehotel, its environs and its population, for indeed a hotelis a mimic town. It is worth while to have declared de-fensive war against the world for the sake of the friend-ship that Nature extends to the solitary. I think anyvoice, even the most tuneful to my ears, would jar uponthis silent intercourse. The rush of the wind, the stirring of leaves, all thesounds of inanimate nature, speak to me in the languageof friendship. The chipmunk, sitting upon his haunches and crack-ing a beech nut—a pretty furry fellow with an eye like aberry, glistening, dew-coated. In the wood sweet bird notes, an infectious melan-choly—the fall of every leaf like the fall of a -P I !?- \ JJ-I .i-^, ,iic NEW YORK New York,October. Into the Park at the Sixty-seventh Street pin oaks stand here, and give me always the firstgreeting. I stopped to watch a squirrel seated on aslender branch, erect, in the act of nibbling a nut. Andstanding motionless beside the motionless trees, I seemedto come as if by some subtle mesmeric transmissionwithin the influence of their attitude; the immovabletrunk, the still, extended branches, the quiet mien, af-fected me so powerfully that I stood still with a sense ofhaving attained the end of my journey, I glanced about me from the oaks to the evergreens,and found in them the same resigned and Almost fatal-istic calm. It seemed ruthless to break the spell, but thesquirrel, with a sudden relinquishment of his couchantattitude, sprang upon the trunk and ran, with his clawsaudible along the bark, down to the ground, and hismovement seemed to sanction mine. Last night the half moon, r
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