A journey to nature . 255. CHAPTER XXI INDIAN SUMMER THERE are some laggard days in Novemberthat have been left behind by the autumnalprocession. They are wayward, dilatory,irrelevant days, and come in the rear of the re-treating season, like indolent nymphs that, dressedfor the nuptials, only arrived for the funeral, andcould not abandon their voluptuous moods.^ Theywear their bridal veils, and look at us reminiscentlythrough clouds of mist. These beautiful, dreamydays appear to have been thrown off somewherelike fragments by the revolving August, and theycome along like the Leonids, and as s
A journey to nature . 255. CHAPTER XXI INDIAN SUMMER THERE are some laggard days in Novemberthat have been left behind by the autumnalprocession. They are wayward, dilatory,irrelevant days, and come in the rear of the re-treating season, like indolent nymphs that, dressedfor the nuptials, only arrived for the funeral, andcould not abandon their voluptuous moods.^ Theywear their bridal veils, and look at us reminiscentlythrough clouds of mist. These beautiful, dreamydays appear to have been thrown off somewherelike fragments by the revolving August, and theycome along like the Leonids, and as softly disap-pear. We call them the Indian summer. Sometimes, when there is a group of them handin hand, they re-create for us in a brief way andvaporously the delights of the early fall, as if theatmosphere had a memory and could, like our-selves, summon lost hours. They blow zephyr-ously from the west and south; bring masquerading 256 INDIAN SUMMER showers, amateurish, with mimetic flashes and imi-tative pealsj that remin
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