The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-09-30
Out Of Doors IN September

STRoLLING along the meadow side and
through the pasture you reach the hill
in the rear of the dwelling and turn
to look. Buildings. orchards, fields and
groves are all reversed; and IL you have
not walked in this direction often, how
strangely unfamiliar it all looks, though
it may be the house where you were
born, and where you have lived except
at brief intervals all your days. The
highway, with here and there cloud of
dust from passing vehicle, runs at a
new angle; you can trace it by the green
hedge that stretches like flesh ribbon
along one side; contrasted with that,
how unsightly is the stoutly built fence
defining your neighbor's possessions, as
II it was to keep within bounds Texan
cattle, long Of limb and terrible Of horn.
The stroke of hoofs and the rumble of
q wagon upon the bridge, has pictur-
esque sound mellowed by hslf-mile of
space-vou would not have noticed it at
all in-doors-so also has that noisy now
er. cutting with wide remorseless swaths
into the second growth of fragrant
clover field, that has been since June re-
pairing previous invasion Of covetous
hay-makers. White spires softly defin-
ed against the sky. from leafy TEMPLES
seem to rise-brooding elms and naples
whose dense tops make solid resistance
to the low-slanting sunbesms. Ghostly
sycamores and wide-spread,ng walnut
trees define the bend OF the river, and
beyond, on the higher ground. sturdy
oaks and clumps Of hickory, hide from
our view shops and stores, as well as
churches, allowing us to forget tha,
sharpness and rivalry and extortion, do
anywhere exist. A kill-deer flying low
starts the dog on q chase river.ward. A
mourning-dove in her dark retreat Ii
calling plxintively. A gray squirrel
bright-eyed and heavily plumed, is eau
tiously carrying nuts into his dormitory
in yonder hollow tree. That herd OF
cattle following in single file down the
well-worn path to the river. are picture
OF themselves; and the flock of sheer
upon the slope of the hill where the sun
set wsrmest fingers, relieves the drowsy
landscape. Down in the valley where
the brook joins the river, and where the
fog tarries longest in the morning
Autumn, "the stately Empress" has
adorned the tawny sumach and the
burning bush; the golden-rod fourishe.
her yellow wand; wild grapes sweeten in
the early frsst; the gentian fitly crown
ed for its namesake, the Illyrian king,
curls its fringes TO the sun, and
"In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has epun."
| You notice now that the cornfelds arc
turning brown, that here and there or
the pleasant uplands and against the
dark shadows of the wood, like sentinels
in livery, some tree-tops have changed
their uniform, from green to hoary gold
The orchards with ripened fruit are
bending, and brown leaves freight every
gust Of wind, which already has hint
of Autumn in its chill. Down in thai
busy hive which you call "home," you
had no time to note that the Summer
had passed, or to consider that pictures
worth studying were all about you,
though mountain and sea are leagues
away. Until you get away from Other
things and close to nature, giving eye
and ear to what she has to say, you dc
not analyze the medley of her song, ol
discover how much meaning and what
music in it lies. Alone here: the crick-
cts. persistent crusaders against silence,
singing at your feet; with no tiresome
questions to answer; no restless little
companions to disturb your rcverie; NO
hurrying duties to hasten your steps;
and with broad belts Of sunshine, and
unlimited areas of breezy winds between
you and duh care, how soon does all
that is trivial and narrow, and sordid.
and selfish appear 30; and how the good
asserts itself, and unappreciated beauty