Stowe notes, letters and verses . r mantles of flame, with a constant heart. Thebutternut leaves are shed, and from the ground aboutthem, from the fallen leaves, arises the nutty, almost rankscent, the most characteristic odor of autumn. Beyond the ridge, facing the north wind, the Moun-tain is in mist; a fine snow is falling. The soft roar ofthe wind is in my ears, and borne shrilly upon it is thewild calling of jays from the dark copse of evergreenwestward. A song sparrow starts up from the shrivelled brakeand flies silently away, and hides in the boughs of a littlefir tree; later a flight o
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Stowe notes, letters and verses . r mantles of flame, with a constant heart. Thebutternut leaves are shed, and from the ground aboutthem, from the fallen leaves, arises the nutty, almost rankscent, the most characteristic odor of autumn. Beyond the ridge, facing the north wind, the Moun-tain is in mist; a fine snow is falling. The soft roar ofthe wind is in my ears, and borne shrilly upon it is thewild calling of jays from the dark copse of evergreenwestward. A song sparrow starts up from the shrivelled brakeand flies silently away, and hides in the boughs of a littlefir tree; later a flight of robins among the tree-tops, theirvoices cracked and feeble, their coloring dull and faded. In the hollows the slight whisper of the grasses andferns is distinctly audible. Wind northwest. Bright sunny day. On F.s hill, and beyond to my woody thrush-haunted walk, where inthe boughs of some dim hemlocks I saw a Wilson thrush, I think. Mount Mansfield majestic and beautiful in sohoary a setting, and the Hogbacks with frosted ridges.. VERMONT i8i Sweet crisp air. Powder of the pollen rises on thewind at almost every step. Later, drive; sky overcast, leaden, lowering; dun-col-ored mass over the white profile. Cold, cold—home withthe west wind beating cold raindrops into our faces. Rain, southwest wind. The trees and grasses seemto shiver in this cold wind, yet it is a congenial atmo-spherical manifestation. The chilly drops flatter thepale violets from the rich dark mould of woody hollows.The full and plumed ferns take sustenance from themoist air; it paints the boles of the velvet beeches, andpasses with the breath of life through these cold north-ern woods. Snow all the early part of the 8th. Went out at halfpast five; the fine hard frozen snow made a continuoushissing in the leaves. The sky was broken in the south.Across the dark covered bridge, and out where theshadow was like a tide along the muddy road; the snowon the grasses and fences. The sun had set obscured by the cloud