. The trial to the woods. 173 appeared behind the western hills. Mysterious littleshadows are stealing from the underbrush and longshadow strips are alternated with the band of silver. Now the sun barely shows above the western hori-zon, only the tops of the trees are golden. Thegray streaks of lightin the aisles ofthe woods have van-ished and myriadshadows are danc-ing a weird minuetamong the trunks ofthe trees. The ves-per hymn hasreachedthe final pianissimopassage. I always sleep wellat Three Lakes. Allthe sounds that come from these lonely lakes andthe deep woods about me breathe quiet and
. The trial to the woods. 173 appeared behind the western hills. Mysterious littleshadows are stealing from the underbrush and longshadow strips are alternated with the band of silver. Now the sun barely shows above the western hori-zon, only the tops of the trees are golden. Thegray streaks of lightin the aisles ofthe woods have van-ished and myriadshadows are danc-ing a weird minuetamong the trunks ofthe trees. The ves-per hymn hasreachedthe final pianissimopassage. I always sleep wellat Three Lakes. Allthe sounds that come from these lonely lakes andthe deep woods about me breathe quiet and repose. Whenever I awake I am sure to hear the wild,shrill song of my whip-poor-will up the road, andthe deep booming bass of the old bullfrog, with theshrill strain of the piping frog. Occasionally a littlebird will peep drowsily as he stirs in his nest or onsome leafy limb. A little owl likes to perch in the maple tree by the. Little Screech Owl 174 road and fill the night with his shrill trilling, whichis more like the song of a tree toad than anythingelse I know. When that first white streak steals into the eastat least half an hour before sunrise you will occa-sionally hear a startled twitter, as though some birdhad wakened with the idea that he had overslept. A moment later you willhear the robin calling afew lusty notes, for he isa very thrifty fellow andis arousing the for fifteen minutesthe woods are as still asthough uninhabited bybirds and squirrels, andyou wonder what it means. I EutMnttr —^ijLgB Look out of the window and you will see. Therein the roadway is cockrobin hopping about looking for worms. So it isall through the woods and adjacent fields. It isbreakfast time and the little foresters are too busywith the morning meal to sing or chatter. Away in the deep woods the partridge and thesquirrel are scratching in the mold for last yearsbeechnuts or maple seeds that were too dry
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