AMBLING THROUGH ACADIA



But the glimpses I had of these white earthly
-loud-drifts as I motored around New York with
gerif rous friends only caused me to be more de-
tcrmrined than ever to follow the spring north, to
ieve-se the usual habit of the swallows at the
end of summer and fly in the opposite direction
at a much earlier date, so that I might taste, for
once, the glamour and wonder of a long, long
spring.
  I remember a friend saying to me long ago:
"Just think! even if we live the allotted span
there can be but a few Aprils for us, at best.
So we ought to keep our eyes open when the
leaves begin to come, and miss no moment of
the rapture and rustle of spring."
  Sometimes it seems to me that I can hardly
wait for that time each year when grass ascends
and the first warmth begins to flood the world;
when in meadows lately covered with snow the
violets and primroses show their tiny faces, and
the boughs of all the trees seem suddenly to be
touched with a magic wand and break into green,
exultant life. But a little later, in the full tide
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