the whole body is one sense,

    and imbibes deligh a

    strange liberty in Nature, a part of he

    stony s-sleeves, t is cool as

    o attract me,

    all ts are unusually congenial to me.  trump

    to us, and te of the whip-poor-will is borne

    on ter.  Sympathe

    fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes a,

    like ty is rippled but not ruffled.  these small

    e from storm as the

    smooting surface.  t is noill

    bloill dash, and some

    creatures lull t es.  the repose is never

    complete.  t animals do not repose, but seek their prey

    no, nohe fields and woods

    fear.  tures c the

    days of animated life.

    urn to my  visitors here

    and left th of

    evergreen, or a name in pencil on a yello leaf or a chip.

    to take some little piece of the

    forest into to play hey leave,

    eitentionally or accidentally.  One has peeled a willow wand,

    into a ring, and dropped it on my table.  I could always

    tell if visitors he bended

    t of t

    sex or age or quality t trace left, as a

    flower dropped, or a bunchrown away, even as

    far off as tant, or by the lingering

    odor of a cigar or pipe.  Nay, I ly notified of the

    passage of a traveller along ty rods off by t

    of his pipe.

    t space about us.  Our horizon is

    never quite at our elbo just at our door,

    nor t somew is always clearing, familiar and w