melodious note of a hooting owl indefinitely far; su

When the ponds were firmly frozen, they afforded not only new and shorter routes to many points, but new views from their surfaces of the familiar landscape around them.

. I pursued with a paddle and he dived, but when he came up I was nearer than before.

up there. But now the kind October wind rises, rustling the leaves and rippling the surface of the water, so that no loon can be

ee. Every day or two I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper,

of frogs. As I walked in the woods to see the birds and squirrels, so I walked in the village to see

I cherish them, I hoe them, early and late I have an eye to them;

, I knew not. I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many mor

ries. They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in.

be novel. It was a drama of man

of time. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands

une. As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nes

They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over andabove my usual allowance.