A journey to nature . 139. CHAPTER XII A SEPTEMBER CHILL I FOUND that as the season waned the migra-tory instinct in me asserted itself as it does ina bird. It was not difficult to extract content-ment from July and August, but with Septembercame certain vague longings and stirrings. TheHotchkiss woods are no more deserted in winterthan in summer, and yet, with the first whiff ofcool air, carrying a few yellow leaves, there camea restless desire to take wing. This is a charac-teristic of the social animal. He desires to gowith the flock, and however seductive Septembermay be to the eye, he is
A journey to nature . 139. CHAPTER XII A SEPTEMBER CHILL I FOUND that as the season waned the migra-tory instinct in me asserted itself as it does ina bird. It was not difficult to extract content-ment from July and August, but with Septembercame certain vague longings and stirrings. TheHotchkiss woods are no more deserted in winterthan in summer, and yet, with the first whiff ofcool air, carrying a few yellow leaves, there camea restless desire to take wing. This is a charac-teristic of the social animal. He desires to gowith the flock, and however seductive Septembermay be to the eye, he is sure to hear far-awayvoices calling to him ; even the rumble of trunksand the fluttering of departing wings at the water-ing places reach him. He cannot disguise fromhimself that the world is getting ready for com-fortable winter quarters. I did not get the newspapers in the Hotchkisswoods. It was part of my regimen not to get 140 A SEPTEMBER CHILL them, but how well I knew what they were would be the lists of
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