And then the scene would shift, and he was older, and we were together in the fields.

He called to me excitedly to take the dog to the other side of the brush-heap, for the woodchuck was slipping through that way! There was the old merry ring in his voice, and I knew where he was and how there came to him, in fancy, the sweet perfumes of the fields, and how his eyes, which were opened wide but saw us not, were blessed with all the greenness and the glory of the summer of long ago.

Then his manner changed, and the word "Jean" came softly to his lips, and again I knew they were camping out together, and he was teaching to his wife the pleasant mysteries of the forest, and all woodcraft.

There was love in his tones and in his features.
The breast of the woman holding his hand heaved, and the pallor on her face grew more.
There was another struggle for breath, then a desperate one, and with its end came consciousness.

Grant smiled and spoke faintly: "It must he pretty near the end.