It arrived with my marriage.

Then children to bless it.

But it was not made complete and final--a veritable Kentucky home--until the all-round, all-night work which had kept my nose to the grindstone had been shifted to younger shoulders I was able to buy a few acres of arable land far out in the county--the County of Jefferson!--and some ancient brick walls, which the feminine genius to which I owe so much could convert to itself and tear apart and make over again.

Here "the sun shines bright" as in the song, and-- _The corn tops ripe and the meadows in the bloom The birds make music all the day._ They waken with the dawn--a feathered orchestra--incessant, fearless--for each of its pieces--from the sweet trombone of the dove to the shrill clarionet of the jay--knows that it is safe.

There are no guns about.