come from undetermined sources over the hard windswept pastures.
     I went back, over the road to explore a little lake that I had earlier seen to the north - gleaming a heavenly blue thru the colored trees. In the first pastures I entered I found mushrooms growing in such profusion that I could not resist them. I filled my cap with them, and carried them back to the car, after which I again set out on my quest.
     The lake was reached by crossing a series of pastures, each one receding gradually downward to a low flat valley or depression in the earth. The head of the lake, which I approached was fed by a sluggish but clean stream winding thru lush green grass, which was in brilliant contrast to the surrounding colorless pasture turf of autumn. The stumps of hundreds of trees clustered around the edge of the lake, and many were jutting up out of the water, giving it a wild fantastic appearance. In fact the whole winding eastern shore of the lake was fringed with these gnarled stumps, which tho plainly created by man, were so old and decayed that you forgot their origin, and thought of them as completely natural. A number of killdeer flew up at my approach uttering plaintive cries.