Not far away the bed of the stream turned, and a hillside, dark with hemlock, closed the view.

He watched the train pass him, reach this bend, and disappear.

The axemen and the four Meherrins, the Governor and the gentlemen of the Horseshoe, the rangers, the negroes,--all were gone at last.

With that passing, and with the ceasing of the laughter and the trampling, came the twilight.

A whippoorwill began to call, and the wind sighed in the trees.