CHAPTER XIX.
THE DROUGHT.
It began to be serious by the time corn was waist high.

When the growing grain lost its rich color and the long blades rustled dryly in the hot air, the settlers looked anxiously for signs of coming rain.

The one topic of conversation at the mill was the condition of the crops.

The stories were all of past drought or tales of hardship and want.
The moon changed and still the same hot dry sky, with only now and then a shred of cloud floating lazily across the blue.

The grass in the glades grew parched and harsh; the trees rattled their shriveled leaves; creek beds lay glaring white and dusty in the sun; and all the wild things in the woods sought the distant river bottom.