. Next to the ground; chronicles of a countryside. Natural history. Chapter VI. IF Joe had been called to choose the real merry month, he would have pitched upon November, yet not wholly because of the hunting. October brought the tragedy of frost — it was pitiful to see all the green things die, even if the frost did paint the leaves so roy- ally and bring so many things to full ripeness. Maybe he was fanciful, but it seemed to him the earth shrank from the frost, and grew pinched in the first cold, as he himself shrank and grew pinched. When three nights of frost had ushered in a warm rainy

. Next to the ground; chronicles of a countryside. Natural history. Chapter VI. IF Joe had been called to choose the real merry month, he would have pitched upon November, yet not wholly because of the hunting. October brought the tragedy of frost — it was pitiful to see all the green things die, even if the frost did paint the leaves so roy- ally and bring so many things to full ripeness. Maybe he was fanciful, but it seemed to him the earth shrank from the frost, and grew pinched in the first cold, as he himself shrank and grew pinched. When three nights of frost had ushered in a warm rainy  Stock Photo
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. Next to the ground; chronicles of a countryside. Natural history. Chapter VI. IF Joe had been called to choose the real merry month, he would have pitched upon November, yet not wholly because of the hunting. October brought the tragedy of frost — it was pitiful to see all the green things die, even if the frost did paint the leaves so roy- ally and bring so many things to full ripeness. Maybe he was fanciful, but it seemed to him the earth shrank from the frost, and grew pinched in the first cold, as he himself shrank and grew pinched. When three nights of frost had ushered in a warm rainy week, he thought the fields rejoiced and when the clouds broke up into low clinging mists, he was sure the trees sang together a low jubilant song. They ruffled lightly as they sang — thus there was a plashing accompaniment — the noise of the big mist drops pattering down.. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original work.. McCulloch-Williams, Martha, b. ca. 1857. New York, McClure, Philips & Co.

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