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The autumn came, and the hills blazed out in their fanfare of splendid

color The broken skyline took on a wistful sweetness under the haze of

"the Great Spirit's peace-pipe"

The sugar trees flamed their fullest crimson that fall The poplars

were clear aundy

Lean hogs began to fill and fatten with their banqueting on beechnuts

and acorns Scattered quail caed their summer call for the "hover" whistle Shortly, the

rains would strip the trees, and leave them naked Then, Misery would

vindicate its christener But, now, as if to cone sparkle and color, theout its summer life on a pyre of transient splendor

Nove breath of

fatality The smile died from horizon to horizon, and for days cold

rains beat and lashed the forests And, toward the end of that month,

came the day which Samson had set for his departure He had harvested

the corn, and put the fars what things were to go with him into his new life The sun