A SHORT MONTH，A FULL MIGRATION，A FAVORITE ROUND，IN THE CAMBRIDGE SWAMP...

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,And merrily hent the stile-a:A merry heart goes all the day,Your sad tires in a mile-a.The Winter's Tal

The writer of this little book has found so much pleasure in other men's woods and fields that he has come to look upon himself as in some sort the owner of them. Their lawful possessors will not beg