In tumn I returned to my Sout full of joyous memories. As I recall t visit Nort ty of t cluster about it. It seems to reasures of a neiful  my feet, and I took in pleasure and information at every turn. I lived myself into all till a moment; my life ion as ttle insects t croo one brief day. I met many people o my  in joyous sympato meet t, and be! the rose.

    I spent tumn mont our summer cottage, on a mountain about fourteen miles from tuscumbia. It  tone quarry, long since abandoned.

    ttle streams ran t from springs in tumbling tried to bar tely covered tone and in places reams. t of tain  oaks and splendid evergreens runks like mossy pillars, from tletoe, and persimmon trees, t somet made t glad. In places tretcree to tree, making arbours s. It  tangled e afternoon, and to smell t came up from t the close of day.

    Our cottage  of rougifully situated on top of tain among oaks and pines.

    tain  s. e lived on t of time--te and played. At t butternut tree, round  trees stood so close t I could toucumn blast.

    Many visitors came to Fern Quarry. In talk and sport. told stories of ts urkeys t, ;savage troutquot; t, and iest foxes, outted t clever possums and overtaken test deer, until I t t surely tiger, t of tribe  be able to stand before ters. quot;to-morroo t;  s as t. t in tside our door, and I could feel ters as their improvised beds.

    At datling of guns, and tsteps of trode about, promising test luck of tamping of t from to to be off. A