looking around I could imagine that other things too were fas­cinated by the sun. Trees and bushes seemed to be yearning sky­ward – when one faced the north, all things seemed to be rushing toward; turning to the south, and they were going away,and to stand still were a task. Even the ground reeking with melted ice seemed to have a longing upward look.
     I presently went on. I soon came to a wire fence beyond which was a broad flat hillocky pasture field. Come to think of it, flat and hillocky seem a strange combination; but the land was generally level, and the small hillocks were uniform in size. As I went over this the very silence of midday made it possible to hear the sound of the melting snow and ice. A wonderful and doubtful sense of hearing, you say? Stand still a few moments on such a day and at such an hour, and presently the air seems full of a vague sound that has a sticky dripping air to it, as of the drawing apart of two cardboards freshly welded together with thick glue. It has a “springy” sound to it also. Oh, I believe that if a snowstorm had come up to-day, I would have been Spring in it!