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s of the most vivid velvet green on the slopes and in
the valleys. How the eye grazes thereand is filled and refreshed —myheadseemedtobedetachedfrommy
livingbody[link widoczny dla zalogowanych] washisfatherandRhea! I had forgotten what a marked feature this
was until I recently rode in an open wagon for three days through a mountainouspastoral countryremarkable
for its fine springs. Those delicious green patches are yet in my eye. The fountains flowed with May. Where
no springs occurredthere were hints and suggestions of springs about the fields and by the roadside in the
freshened grass--sometimes overflowing a space in the form of an actual fountain. The water did not quite get
to the surface in such placesbut sent its influence.
The fields of wheat and ryetoohow they stand out of the April landscape--great green squares on a field of
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Among April sounds there is none more welcome or suggestive to me than the voice of the little frogs piping
in the marshes. No birdnote can surpass it as a spring token; and as it is not mentionedto my knowledgeby
the poets and writers of other landsI am ready to believe it is characteristic of our season alone. You may be
sure April has really come when this little amphibian creeps out of the mud and inflates its throat. We talk of
the bird inflating its throatbut