The Glimmer of Twilight I cannot tell any better than most of my readers how and when I began to come awake, or what it was that wakened me.

I mean, I cannot remember when I began to remember, or what first got set down in my memory as worth remembering.

Sometimes I fancy it must have been a tremendous flood that first made me wonder, and so made me begin to remember.

At all events, I do remember one flood that seems about as far off as anything--the rain pouring so thick that I put out my hand in front of me to try whether I could see it through the veil of the falling water.

The river, which in general was to be seen only in glimpses from the house--for it ran at the bottom of a hollow--was outspread like a sea in front, and stretched away far on either hand.