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Before going out he had put on his canvas shooting coat and a pair of

hobnailed leather hunting boots, laced for a little distance at the

front and sides He visited the horses, standing disconsolate under an

open shed in the corral; he slopped, with constantly accruing masses of

sticky earth at his feet, to the chicken coop, into which he cast an

eye; he even took the kitchen pails and traulch he did not see or hear a living thing A newly-born

and dirty little streah all manner

of shivering grasses and flowers The water froton's sleeves

ran down over the harsh canvas cuffs and turned his hands purple with

the cold He returned to the cabin and changed his clothes

The short walk had refreshed him, but it had spurred his ied His experience with the

Hills, up to now, had always been in one phase of their beauty--that of

clear, bright sunshine and soft skies Noas as a different

country He could not get rid of the feeling, foolish as it was, that

it was in reality different; and that the whole episode of the girl and

the rock was as a vision which had passed It grew indistinct in the