They would strip the verdure from his whole farm in a twinkling.

They would leave neither seed, nor leaf, nor stalk, behind them.
All stood watching the flight with painful emotions.

The swarm was still a full half-mile distant.

They appeared to be coming no nearer,-- good! A ray of hope entered the mind of the field-cornet.

He took off his broad felt hat, and held it up to the full stretch of his arm.