The woods and by-ways of New England . t growth,it is not a homely shrub. The numerous small and erectbranches that spring from the creeping boughs resemble abed of dense low shrubbery. And when we see it in anold, dark-shaded wood, crimsoned by the tinting of autumn,and full of bright scarlet fruit, we cannot but admire it. THE ARROW-WOOD. Among the several species which I shall not attemptto describe, one of the most common and familiar isthe Arrow-Wood, so called from the general employ-ment of its long, straight, and slender branches bythe Indians for the manufacture of their arrows. Thist
The woods and by-ways of New England . t growth,it is not a homely shrub. The numerous small and erectbranches that spring from the creeping boughs resemble abed of dense low shrubbery. And when we see it in anold, dark-shaded wood, crimsoned by the tinting of autumn,and full of bright scarlet fruit, we cannot but admire it. THE ARROW-WOOD. Among the several species which I shall not attemptto describe, one of the most common and familiar isthe Arrow-Wood, so called from the general employ-ment of its long, straight, and slender branches bythe Indians for the manufacture of their arrows. Thistree seldom rises above eight or ten feet in height, and ismore common in the borders of fields which are low andwet than any other species. Its fruit is of a bluish slate-color. These peculiar shrubs are often seen in the dampforest, and in the borders of wood-paths, bearing con-spicuous fruit and tempting us to gather and eat, whilewe refrain on account of the suspicions we naturally feelwhen we discover the fruit of a strange AUTUMN WOODS. When the golden-rods in field and border have per-ceptibly faded, and we are growing weary of the monotonyof summer landscape, autumn, the great limner of theforest, spreads over the earth new and enchanting pic-tures. Dim lights spring up daily among the shadows ofthe trees, and grove, copse, and thicket suffer a gradualmetamorphosis. The woods are illuminated by such anarray of colors that their late dark recesses appear tohave the brightness of sunshine. Where a few dayssince there was but a shady obscurity of faded green,there gleams a luminous beauty from myriads of tintedleaves. As the twilight of the year comes on, the treesappear one after another in their new garniture, like theclouds of evening, as sunset deepens into darkness. There is no scene in nature more purely delightful thanthe autumn woods when they have attained the fulnessof their splendor. The sentiment of melancholy whichis associated with the fall of the leaf
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