The Desert and The Sown

ng unto cloud, the west horizon signaling to the east, and answering again, while the mute dark circle of hills sat

at sunset is especially inviting. It hastens twilight by at least an hour during midsummer, and in autum

one thinks of it as a way out rather than a way in. Higher up, the stage-road becomes a pass cut through a wall of splintered cliffs; and here it leads its companion, the brook, a wild dance over boulders, and under culv

y could hear a hollow sound of moving feet as the cattle wandered down through folds of the hills, seeking the willow copses by the water. On the breast of her habit Moya wore the blossoms of the wild evening primrose, which in this re

and yours over mine.-There!" she said, watching the horses as they shuffled about interlinked. "That is like

eyes on her. "Whether or no your humble servant has a claim to unchallenged bliss in this worl

rl. "Take yourself out of the way, indeed!

aid Paul in a s

ushed blossoms to his lips. "What was this made for? Why hasn't it

and cease!'"

ep step with each other, and finish one thing before we begin the next. I will not be in a hurry about being

what bliss

say 'wo

nows i

a long hush. They heard the far, faint

" said Moya.

yet where our Garde

l you on th

and Bisuka's lights were twinkling below them, she asked

r, Chaunce

other house

a new one on the Ri

t of a ho

ere children. Now she will not change it. She says we shall build for ourselves, how and where we please. Stone Ridge is her shop. Of course, if Chrissy liked it-But Chrissy co

dy. I should love to go up to Stone Ridge and wear out my old c

ife's on the day

ur wife, sir, wou

er. Our land lies back, with no view but hills. For one who has the world befor

ing of our next move? As for houses, who am I that I should be particular? In the Army's House are many mansions, but none that we can call

derness within reach of his arm. It did not matter what thousands he proposed to spend upon the roof t

and stone. In one of my grandfather's fields there is a great cairn which Adam Bogardus, they say, picked up, stone by stone, with

"We will let slee