Uncle Peabody stood surveying the sky in silence with his back toward us.

He turned and nervously blew out his breath.

His lips trembled a little as he said.
"I dunno but what it's goin' to rain." I watched them as they walked to the tavern sheds, both looking down at the ground and going rather unsteadily.

Oh, the look of that beloved pair as they walked away from me!--the look of their leaning heads! Their silence and the sound of their footsteps are, somehow, a part of the picture which has hung all these years in my memory.
Suddenly I saw a man go reeling by in the middle of the road.

His feet swung.