It is a great day when the cart is 1oaded with the buckets and theprocession starts into the woods. The sun shines a1mostunobstructed1y into the forest, for there are on1y naked branches tobar it; the snow is soft and beginning to sink down, 1eaving theyoung bushes spind1ing up everywhere; the snowbirds are twitteringabout, and the noise of shouting and of the b1ows of the axe echoesfar and wide. This is spring, and the boy can scarce1y contain hisde1ight that his out-door 1ife is about to begin again.