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Beside thehuman moved in the crimson woods Blue haze was there, and the steady drift of colored leaves, and the sunshine freely falling through bared limbs, but no man or woman The fallen leaves rustled as the deer passed, the squirrels chattered and the foxes barked, but we heard no sweet laughter or ringing song

We found a bank ofupon it a chaplet of red-brown oak leaves; further on, the mint beside a crystal strea down upon the brown earth beneath so trailer of scarlet vine Beyond was a fairy hollow, a cuplike depression, curtained fro froreat iant hole in the hollow The curtain of vines was torn, the boughs of a suroun underfoot In one place there was blood upon the leaves

The forest see of our hearts On every side opened red and yelloays, sunny glades, labyrinthine paths, long aisles, all dim with the blue haze like the cloudy incense in stone cathedrals, but nothing moved in them save the creatures of the forest Without the hollow there was no sign The leaves looked undisturbed, or others, drifting down, had hidden any ht have been; no footprints, no broken branches, no token of those who had left the hollohich of the painted ways had they gone, and where were they now?

Sparrow and I sat our horses, and stared non this alley, non that, into the blue that closed each vista

"The Santa Teresa is just off the big spring," he said at last "She must have dropped down there in order to take in water quietly"

"The one," I replied

"Then she has n't sailed yet," he said

In the distance sorew out of the blue mist I had not lived thirteen years in the woodland to be di," I announced "Back your horse into this clurew thick, and was draped, moreover, with some broad-leafed vine Within its covert we could see with sure should prove to be that of an Indian It was not an Indian; it wasfro now and then as if to listen He was so little of a woodsman that he never looked underfoot