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Under The Liberty Tree; A Story Of The "Boston Massacre"
Under The Liberty Tree A Story Of The Boston Massacre Author:James Otis PREFACE IT was while sitting in his hay-barn study in the Catskills and looking outupon the maple woods of the old home farm, and under the maples at Riverby, that the most of these essays were written, during the last two years of the authors life. And it was to the familiar haunts near his Hudson River home that his thoughts wistfully turned w... more »hile win tering in Southern California in 1921. As he pictured in his mind the ice breaking up on the river in the crystalline March days, the return of the birds, the first hepaticas, he longed to be back among them he was there in spirit, gazing upon the river from the summer-house, or from the veranda of the Nest, or seated at his table in the chestnut-bark Study, or busy with his sap-gathering and sugar-making. Casting about for a title for this volume, the vision of maple-trees and dripping sap and crisp March days playing constantly before his mind, one day while sorting and shifting the essays for his new book, he suddenly said, I have it We U call it Under the Maples His love. for the maple, and consequently his pleasure in having hit upon this title, can be gathered from the following fragment found among his miscellaneous notes I always feel at home where PREFACE the sugar maple grows It was paramount in the woods of the old home farm wheie I grew up. It looks and smells like home. When I bring in a maple stick to put on my fire, I feel like caressing it a little. Its fiber is as white as a lily, and nearly as sweet-scented. It is such a tractable, satisfactory wood to handle - a clean, docile, wholesome tree burning without snapping or sputtering, easily worked up into stovewood, fine of grain, hard of texture, stately as a forest tree, comely and clean as a shade tree, glorious in autumn, a fountain of coolness in summer, sugar in its veins, gold in its foliage, warmth in its fibers, and health in it the year round. CLARA B U S Th Nest at Riverbg West Park on the Huhon New Ymk CONTENTS 11. THE P LEASUR O E F S A NATURALIST 111. THEF LIGH O T F BIRDS IV. BIRD INTIMACIES V. A MIDSUMME I R D YL VI. NEAR VIEWS OF WILD LIFE VII. WITH ROOSEVEL A T T PINE K NOT vrIr. A STRENUOUHSO LIDAY IX. UNDERG ENIALS KIES I. A Sun-Blessed Land 11. Lawn Birds 111. Silken Chambers IV. The Desert Note - V. Sea-Dogs X. A SHEAF O F NATUREN OTES I. Natures Wireless 11. Maeterlinck on the Bee 111. Odd or Even IV. Why and How V. An Insoluble Problem VI. A Live World VII. Darwinism and the War VIII. The Robin IX. The Weasel X. Misinterpreting Nature XI. Natural Sculpture vi i CONTENTS XI. RUMINATIONS I. Man a Part of Nature 11. Marcus Aurelius on Death 111. The Interpreter of Nature IV. Original Sources V. The Cosmic Harmony VI. Cosmic Rhythms VII. The Beginnings of Life VIII. Spendthrift Nature XII. NEW G LEANING I S N FIELD AN D WOOD I. Sunrise 11. Natures Methods 111. Heads and Tails IV. An Unsavory Subject. V. Chance in Animal Life VI. Mosquitoes and Fleas VII. The Change of Climate in Southern California VIII. All-Seeing Nature INDEX UNDER THE MAPLES UNDER THE MAPLES THE FALLING LEAVES THE time of the falling of leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept. How beautifully the leaves grow old How full of light and color are their last days There are exceptions, of course. The leaves of most of the fruit-trees fade and wither and fall ingloriously. They bequeath their heritage of color to their fruit...« less