AMBLING THROUGH
             ACADIA

             CHAPTER I

      FOLLOWING THE SPRING NORTH

I T was the apple-blossoms that started me.
   I had heard of them from many travelers,
read of them, seen pictures of them, and finally
I began to dream of them. Always my joy had
been vicarious. And then the day came when
I said to myself that I must see them with my
own eyes.
  Those apple-blossoms in the rich orchards of
Nova Scotia, I mean; those miles on miles of
miraculous trees in the Annapolis valley. One
would have thought, with a glorious memory of
the apple-orchards on Long Island and in Con-
necticut when May came dancing into the world,
that I had had enough of them for one season.
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