I'm all right, and I'll be careful, but I rather think I'll find her myself." "Better go on with your work as we planned." "I'll think about it," said the Harvester as he went out.
Until he was too tired to walk farther he slowly paced the streets of the city, and then followed the home road through the valley and up the hill to Medicine Woods.

When he came to Singing Water, Belshazzar heard his steps on the bridge, and came bounding to meet him.

The Harvester stretched himself on a seat and turned his face to the sky.

It was a deep, dark-blue bowl, closely set with stars, and a bright moon shed a soft May radiance on the young earth.

The lake was flooded with light, and the big trees of the forest crowning the hill were silver coroneted.
The unfolding leaves had hidden the new cabin from the bridge, but the driveway shone white, and already the upspringing bushes hedged it in.
Insects were humming lazily in the perfumed night air, and across the lake a courting whip-poor-will was explaining to his sweetheart just how much and why he loved her.