| Show A ranel fill orom in the pleasant month of november when all the leaves and grass had bad been tinged a deeper brown by the if ea Is of that autumn frost it was then I 1 was standing on the front steps at school washing my slate I 1 had not been at this a great while before my attention was called cabled to the tact fact that ny my slate when moistened was a perfect mirror reproducing all the rare beauties of the oriental hill I 1 could very easily see the little brooklet lying below and I 1 now took a fancy to examining the small objects reflected by the slate first I 1 could see the clear water as it flowed in a hurry over pebbles and shells soon to be landed in the mighty father ol of waters while watching the pebbles as they rolled over and over I 1 thought ol of the adage A rolling stone gather no moss again I 1 could see the merry brown leaves as they twirled in the morning sunlight as it if struggling for each sunbeam that came streaming in upon them and their kinsmen dryad at last on examining the image of 0 an old log I 1 discovered a very small hare clad in his autumn suit reared bade bach in ha nest of leaves and possessing all animal dignity as it if he were the king of 0 beasts while alone I 1 was so amused at my last discovery that I 1 decided to make an immediate exploration of this lovely spot noon came on and 1 I with all my bright hopes descended the hill crossed the brooklet and found everything as represented on oil my slate As soon as the hare detected my presence he gave up his comfortable for table position and made his exit among the dense undergrowth about this time I 1 awoke and found I 1 had only been dreaming dream in g trebor wenner |
