IN WHICH WE START UPON A JOURNEY
CHAPTER XXXI. IN WHICH NANTAUQUAS COMES TO OUR RESCUE
CHAPTER XXXII. IN WHICH WE ARE THE GUESTS OF AN EMPEROR
CHAPTER XXXIII. IN WHICH MY FRIEND BECOMES MY FOE
CHAPTER XXXIV. IN WHICH THE RACE IS NOT TO THE SWIFT
CHAPTER XXXV. IN WHICH I COME TO THE GOVERNOR'S HOUSE
CHAPTER XXXVI. IN WHICH I HEAR ILL NEWS
CHAPTER XXXVII. IN WHICH MY LORD AND I PART COMPANY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. IN WHICH I GO UPON A QUEST
CHAPTER XXXIX. IN WHICH WE LISTEN TO A SONG
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
CHAPTER I IN WHICH I THROW AMBS-ACE
THE work of the day being over, I sat down upon my doorstep,
pipe in hand, to rest awhile in the cool of the evening. Death is not
more still than is this Virginian land in the hour when the sun has
sunk away, and it is black beneath the trees, and the stars brighten
slowly and softly, one by one. The birds that sing all day have
hushed, and the horned owls, the monster frogs, and that strange
and ominous fowl (if fowl it be, and not, as some assert, a spirit
damned) which we English call the whippoorwill, are yet silent.
Later the wolf will howl and the panther scream, but now there is
no sound. The winds are laid, and the restless leaves droop and are
quiet. The low lap of the water among the reeds is like the
breathing of one who sleeps in his watch beside the dead.
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