I recall many incidents of t follo explore  t I touc grehe world.

    ime of daisies and buttercups came Miss Sullivan took me by to tennessee River, and tting on t lessons in ture. I learned o gro of tree t is pleasant to t and good for food, s and live and to land, ure finds food and ser. As my kno more and more t of to do a sum in aritic or describe taugo find beauty in t ers  ts ure, and made me feel t quot;birds and flowers and I were happy peers.”

    But about time I aug nature is not aleacurning from a long ramble. t it ry  urned our faces imes opped to rest under a tree by t  ance from teful, and tree o climb t eacance I o scramble to a seat in t ree t Miss Sullivan proposed t ill o to fetc.

    Suddenly a cree. All t t, mosprange odour came up from th.

    I kne, it  alorm, and a nameless fear clutc my . I felt absolutely alone, cut off from my friends and till and expectant; a cerror crept over me. I longed for my teacurn; but above all ted to get do tree.

    t of sinister silence, titudinous stirring of tree, and t fort t o t and main. tree srained. t me in so jump seized me, but terror . I croucree. t me. I felt termittent jarring t came noraveled up till it reac on. It o t point, and just as I ree and I sogeteaco rembling o feel t once more. I  nature quot; est toucreacherous claws.”

    After t ime before I climbed anotree. t filled me error.

    It  allurement of tree in full bloom t finally overcame my fears. One beautiful spring mor