OF THE MARSH 209 



At another time I could have laughed at them 

 and myself for the sorriest pack of pedestrians that 

 ever hopped or hobbled this strange way of life ; but 

 the image of the hovering hawk was in my mind, 

 and its wings widened, and were filled with shadow, 

 covering them and me alike, so that I could not but 

 think, as I cut through a hedge to save my 

 countenance Wherein will our distinctions lie when 

 at last "The Hawk Strikes?" 



