He broke into the long easy lope, and went on, hour after hour, never at loss for the tangled way, heading straight home through strange country with a certitude of direction that put man and his magnetic needle to shame.
As he held on he became more and more conscious of the new stir in the land.

There was life abroad in it different from the life which had been there throughout the summer.

No longer was this fact borne in upon him in some subtle, mysterious way.

The birds talked of it, the squirrels chattered about it, the very breeze whispered of it.

Several times he stopped and drew in the fresh morning air in great sniffs, reading a message which made him leap on with greater speed.