O pussies dear, It's very queer That you wear your fur coats all the year!
Mamma, in May, Put hers away. I should think you'd be too warm to play.
THE KELP-GATHERERS.
[A Story of the Maine Coast.]
By J. T. Trowbridge.
Chapter VI.
CAMPING ON THE BEACH.
The kelp-gatherers, with their tip-cart and ox-team, had in the meanwhile entered the belt of woods which stretched along the coast, back from the sea. Tall trees rose on both sides of the narrow, sandy road, their tops meeting overhead. There was on the outskirts a scanty undergrowth, which, however, soon disappeared, leaving the open aisles of the forest, with here a brown carpet of pine-needles, and there a patch of bright moss.