... The stream i% bridged at the foot of the hill, Near the batiks with arbutus, sweet in May, Where the briers tall with blackberries When the maples turn to golden and gay. Prom the early morn to the twilight grey, The whirr t f the stone where the corn ...

... dull, gray blank of farm existence, looked for nothing better than feeding chickens, rearing young calves, and pick. Mg blackberries to sell, until hides Crotty, the blacksmith, asked her to marry him. I never thought of such • thing, said she. I'm ...