Round this land the maple wood closed, and under its grey trees there was a tawny brown carpet of fallen leaves from which the brighter autumn colours had already faded.

Up the hillside in the fir wood there were gaps where the trees had been felled for lumber, and about a quarter of a mile from the house a rudely built lumber slide descended to the lake.
It was about an hour before sundown when the eagle had risen and fled, and the sunset light found the girl who had watched it still standing in the same place.

All that time a man had been talking to her; but she herself had not been talking, she had given him little reply.

The two were not close to the house; large, square-built piles of logs, sawn and split for winter fuel, separated them from it.

The man leaned against the wood now; the girl stood upright, leaning on nothing.
Her face, which was healthy, was at the same time pale.