In tumn I returned to my Sout full of joyous memories. As I recall t visit Nort ty of t cluster about it. It seems to reasures of a neiful  my feet, and I took in pleasure and information at every turn. I lived myself into all till a moment; my life ion as ttle insects t croo one brief day. I met many people o my  in joyous sympato meet t, and be! the rose.

    I spent tumn mont our summer cottage, on a mountain about fourteen miles from tuscumbia. It  tone quarry, long since abandoned.

    ttle streams ran t from springs in tumbling tried to bar tely covered tone and in places reams. t of tain  oaks and splendid evergreens runks like mossy pillars, from tletoe, and persimmon trees, t somet made t glad. In places tretcree to tree, making arbours s. It  tangled e afternoon, and to smell t came up from t the close of day.

    Our cottage  of rougifully situated on top of tain among oaks and pines.

    tain  s. e lived on t of time--te and played. At t butternut tree, round  trees stood so close t I could toucumn blast.

    Many visitors came to Fern Quarry. In talk and sport. told stories of ts urkeys t, ;savage troutquot; t, and iest foxes, outted t clever possums and overtaken test deer, until I t t surely tiger, t of tribe  be able to stand before ters. quot;to-morroo t;  s as t. t in tside our door, and I could feel ters as their improvised beds.

    At datling of guns, and tsteps of trode about, promising test luck of tamping of t from to to be off. At last ted, and, as t teeds  ters quot;h hark and whoop and wild halloo!”

    Later in tions for a barbecue. A fire  ttom of a deep icks  top, and meat s.

    Around tted negroes, driving a made me ables .

    le and excitement of preparation  its , ting party made its appearance, struggling in by t and ing and dejected--and not a single kill! Every man declared t  least one deer, and t t ly t pursue t be aimed, at trigger t a deer in sigunate as ttle boy y soon forgot its disappointment,  do to venison, but to a tamer feast of veal and roast pig.

    One summer I  Fern Quarry. I called y, as I  read t to te star on  many of my   e safe, my teac go tered on or stopped at  o eat grass or nibble trees t grerail.

    On mornings eacart after breakfast for a ramble in to get lost amid trees and vines, o follo tly s ake a round about way.

    e alurned to ttage h.

    Sometimes I tle cousins to gat eat t I loved ting for t nutting, and I nut burrs and break ts and s--t s!

    At t of tain tcrains errific eps, and Mildred told me in great excitement t a corack. About a mile distant trestle spanning a deep gorge. It  to ies  and so narro one felt as if one il one day Mildred, Miss Sullivan and I  in t finding a path.

    Suddenly Mildred pointed tle ;trestle!quot; e  it e and grorestle  o feel for toe; but I  afraid, and got on very il all at once t quot;puff, puff”

    from tance.

    quot;I see train!quot; cried Mildred, and in anote it  rus t breat crain rumbled by, trestle sil I t most difficulty rack. Long after dark age empty; t ing for us.