The fragrant, silky tassels brushed my face and the corn hissed at our intrusion, crossing its green sabers in our path.

Far in the field my companion heaped a little of the soft earth for a pillow, spread the oil cloth between rows and, as we lay down, drew the big shawl over us.

Uncle Eb was tired after the toil of that night and went asleep almost as soon as he was down.

Before I dropped off Fred came and licked my face and stepped over me, his tail wagging for leave, and curled upon the shawl at my feet.

I could see no sky in that gloomy green aisle of corn.