yellow leaved beech saplings; brown-leaved oak brush and patches of reddish brown-topped sumac.  Behind was the grey woods.  And in the centre of this scene, tumpling its rough winding way down the hillside came the yellow muddy creek, roaring at every fall.  Near where it united with the sulphur stream from Hollow of the Pines a tall kindly maple arose, as a sentinal, while two scarred stumps, lower down, acted as guards.  What a wonderful feeling this sound of this creek stirred up.  And now otherwise?  Is not the rushing cataract, fed by melting ice and snow, and fraught with wild music, the most expressive of all things, of awakening spring?
     Up the hill I went to find its source.  The slope here was covered with surly grass, and in one place was a chestnut tree, under which were many pretty burrs.  Just beyond I found and ideal stump seat.  It looked as tho the sawers (if there is such a word) had started sawing the tree three or four feet from the ground, but when almost thru and changed their minds, and sawed about two feet lower down.  At any rate the result was most pleasing and comfortable.  The outside ________ was