"
Yes, Frederik, we are coming back to Norway some day, perhaps,--who
can tell? It is one of the hundred places that we are vaguely
planning to revisit. For, though we did not see the midnight sun
there, we saw the honeymoon most distinctly. And it was bright
enough to take pictures by its light.
WHO OWNS THE MOUNTAINS?
"My heart is fixed firm and stable in the belief that ultimately
the sunshine and the summer, the flowers and the azure sky, shall
become, as it were, interwoven into man's existence. He shall take
from all their beauty and enjoy their glory."--RICHARD JEFFERIES:
The Life of the Fields.
It was the little lad that asked the question; and the answer also,
as you will see, was mainly his.
We had been keeping Sunday afternoon together in our favourite
fashion, following out that pleasant text which tells us to "behold
the fowls of the air." There is no injunction of Holy Writ less
burdensome in acceptance, or more profitable in obedience, than this
easy out-of-doors commandment. For several hours we walked in the
way of this precept, through the untangled woods that lie behind the
Forest Hills Lodge, where a pair of pigeon-hawks had their nest; and
around the brambly shores of the small pond, where Maryland yellow-
throats and song-sparrows were settled; and under the lofty hemlocks
of the fragment of forest across the road, where rare warblers
flitted silently among the tree-tops.
Pages:
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159