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Forest leaves . comfortable and serviceable articles I could carry. Idid not kn«»w then the delusiveness of that bit of advice. The disillusioncame afterwards. A.s the early morning start precluded the possibility of a purchase ona legitimate selling day I had to argue with the rubberman, who by theway was a devout Methodist and averse to doing business on the Sabbath. to compromise with his conscience and <jive me the boots, and if his FOREST LEAVES. < scruples would not go to the length of accepting pay as savoring too muchof commercialism he could donate the boots as to one needy and I wouldsettle the account on my return. The reasoning was plausible enough toallay his doubts about the illegitimacy of the transaction, and withouttrespassing on his Sabbatical reverences I procured the boats. II.The journey to Plattsburgh was without incident. The lowlands ofthe Hudson Valley were almost devoid of snow, and there was a warmthin the air which betokened a thaw. As I mounted the uplands beyond. Whitehall I entered a region of snow, and the air shed its moisture andwarmth and grew crisp and keen. The outlook betokened a better promiseof sport. When I entered the cozy little car that used to ply with its babyengine on the narrow gauge road between Plattsburg and Saranac I foundtwo friends from a neighboring city—young women, two sisters, one aninvalid and the other her companion, making for the same destinationafter a short visit to their home for the holidays. The pathos of theirsituation touched me profoundly. They told me all frankly—their hopes, * PC)RUST LEAVES. fears, struggles, mode of life, all new to me, and during my stay at Sara-nac when 1 had a spare hour from the rabbits J gladly gave it to the twoexiles. Until that visit I knew nothing- of the brave fight so many peoplewere making for life—nothing of the sacrifices they were enduring—nothing of the barriers they were erecting against the inroads of disease.A new light was dawning in the tre