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Another piece of woods where a great nuround, more tobacco, and then, in worn fields where the tobacco had been,

knee-deep wheat rippling in the evening breeze The wheat ran down to a

marsh, and to a wide, slow creek that, save in the shadow of its reedy

banks, was blue as the sky above Haward, riding slowly beside his green

fields and still waters, noted with quiet, half-regretful pleasure this or

that ree

Here, where he remembered deep woods, tobacco was planted; there, where

the tobacco had been, were now fields of wheat or corn, or wild tangles of

vine-rid saplings and brushwood: but for this it ht have been yesterday

that he had last ridden that way

Presently he saw the river, and then theover the and the

; the s were the stillness and peace, the encroaching

shadows, the dwindling light, so golden in its quality, of late afternoon

When he crossed the bridge over the creek, the hollow sound that the

boards gave forth beneath his horse's hoofs had the depth and resonance of