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The day of painting was followed by others like it The disabling of

Lescott's left hand made the constant companionship of the boy a h not a matter of approval

to his uncle

Another week had passed without the reappearance of Tamarack Spicer

One afternoon, Lescott and Samson were alone on a cliff-protected

shelf, and the painter had just blocked in with umber and neutral tint

the crude sketch of his next picture In the foreground was a steep

wall, rising palisade-like froave the near note for a perspective which went away across a valley of

cornfields to heaping and distant e, in a

slender ribbon of pale purple, one saw the ridge of a htier chain

The two men had lost an hour huddled under a canopy beneath the

cannonading of a sudden storm They had silently watched titanic

battallions of thunder-clouds riding the skies in gusty puffs of gale,

and raking the earth with lightning and hail and water The crags had

roared back echoing defiance, and the great trees had lashed and bent

and tossed like weeds in the buffeting Every gully had becoulch-rock a waterfall Here and there had been a

crashing of spent tih a rift in