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Show The season thus far is very dry; there is a good deal of dust, but did any one ever see weather wea-ther so perfect in which to work? When away from the dust of the city is there any spot more delightful and pleasant? The Autumn hush fills the H world; the foliage is turning to crimson and gold; H the migratory birds are gathering their broods for their southern flight; the mornings and even-H even-H ings are sharp and crisp, but ever the sun stops in H its southern drift to give just the right tempera-H tempera-H ture no place is lovelier. H It typifies a perfect life going into the final H calm, painlessly, uncomplainingly, and wrapped H in the peace which ought to precede the long sleep. |
