34/36 Any one who understands, and knows how to translate, cares for this above all else earth has to offer. They who do not, fail to read as they run!" He shifted feet mired in swamp muck, and stood as if loath to bend again to his task. He lifted a weighted mattock and scraped the earth from it, sniffing it delightedly the while. A soft south wind freighted with aromatic odours swept his warm face. The Harvester removed his hat and shook his head that the breeze might thread his thick hair. |